For Crimsons Creative Challenge 114
Hikers Lament
Dried winter reeds whip around my legs
as my foot crunches through thin ice
making a small splash of freezing water
“hurry, hurry” the wind whispers it’s call
through the trees, eyes on silent wings
I nod to my companions that I’m OK
strong enough to continue, but somewhere
deep down, deep inside I feel squelching,
dampness and pinpricks of pain
as my soggy sock creeps down into my shoe
… ewwwwww …
Til next time ~Peace ~JP
Round and round the light did turn
casting shapes upon the waves
dolphins leap and waters churn
imaginings mortal memory saves
ships of wood and men of steel
twisted tales from days of old
siren’s dirge the bells doth peal
from waters deep and bitter cold
For Crimsons Creative Challenge #113
also linked to JusJoJan #8
Til next time ~stay trippy hippies ~JP
For Crimson’s Creative Challenge # 110
Elf on the Post
He leapt from the window
so happy and free
grabbed on to the post
and he giggled with glee
no more sitting idle
all alone on the shelf
it’s barstools and hotties
for this wandering elf
from the tip of the lamp post
he stared at the ground
just one problem remained
how the heck to get down …
Til next time ~Peace ~JP
For Crimson’s Creative Challenge 109
Lovers Leap
Waves pound against the beach
far below the “lovers leap”
tourists come to gawk in vain
searching for the charred remains
where lovers leapt to their demise
their dirge a seagull’s mournful cry
rest they here beyond sorrow’s reach
as waves pound against the beach
Til next time ~Peace ~JP
For Crimson’s Creative Challenge # 106
Words on Walls
words of love
words of hate
written with chalk
written with paint
sometimes with the blood
of the artist’s soul
with anger or passion
too absolute
words written on walls
words written of truth
Til next time ~Peace ~JP
Of Shadow and Light
In the forest’s dark shroud
stood a wee, tiny house
not home to a human,
squirrel, or mouse
where the fairies came
to dance and to play
they come out at twilight
and at break of day
By the old oak whose bark
is all twisted and curled
in the dark of the glade
lies the fairies’ small world
by the light of the moon
I glimpsed me a sight
of a world half in shadow
and half way in light
For Crimson’s Creative Challenge
Til next time ~Peace ~JP
The Crimsons Creative Challenge 104 — Happy Friday Peeps!
The night has come of ghostly wails
when thin and thinner grows the veil
deathly silence the loudest sound
drifting far above the ground
unfriendly spirits now abound
whatever you do …
don’t turn around
Livin’ La Vida Loca — Ricky Martin
Til next time ~Peace ~JP
For Crimson’s Creative Challenge # 103
Til next time ~Peace ~JP
For Crimsons Creative Challenge # 101 – Wild Green Magic
The old stone archway had stood for more years than Brandi and her company could imagine. Whatever was inside was veiled by some power. Whether that power be light or dark, no one knew. Astride flicked a small light ember toward the opening. It was immediately engulfed in darkness. Ahhh, dark magic then. Brandi gathered her will and her power, a glowing sphere if light in her hands that she hearled at the archway “tombershio” she whispered as she cast her light. What happened next was truly remarkable as a woodland spirit began to emerge from a nearby oak.
word count 99
Til next time ~Peace ~JP
For Crimson’s Creative Challenge # 73 the beautiful prompt above
and NaPoWriMo day 3 where today we are to utilize rhyming tools
The Box
Deep in the forest covered in green
there rested a box barely seen
it perched atop a narrow ravine
looking down, calm and serene
watching, waiting in it’s quarantine
carpeted with vines all velveteen
Into that forest so crisp and clean
there came a fairy, fluttering
her wings sparkled iridescent sheen
“Hello” said the box “I’ve been waiting”
The Box — John Denver
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
