Perle Champion

I always fit in
but never belonged – no roots
each became a choice

fleeting thoughts only
ink anchors them on the page
if not, were they

I want to know what
madness is and where the edge
of its beginnings are

I’ve skirted its rim
felt its cold breath raise each hair
on back of my neck

cats’ whiskers sensing
what comes in stealth to rob me
of peace, mind – of me.

always startled by
my reflection, not quite sure
what I expect there

that exotic brown
eyed woman looking back
at me feels foreign

I cannot say what’s
missing, golden eyes, pointed
ears and fur seem right

(Perle Champion)

dawn, and the sun will
n’ere rise, ever just begins
with no end in sight

I’ve keys to all the
beginnings, but where are all
the happy endings

where night finds me, I
lay me down neath a star strewn
canopy of stars

and waken dew damp
embraced by verdant nature
tracing sun’s warm kiss

pen in hand she writes
scenes that never were, true once
put upon the page

she writes for her life
words marching cadence across
every pale blue line