Apple of Thine Eye

oh no

he thinks it’s his to raise

what will i do

mother knows the truth

saying i had to deal with it

but it is meant to be

and i’m only settling in on sixteen

and have yet to gadabout the world and fall in love

beyond our bucolic backyard with apple trees

and a worn out tire swing hidden beyond a hill

the faded roses trampled now under grass

by an old grey dog biting at the thorns left over from his romp

I yearn to see more life than just within these four walls

rendering more or less sorrow from dazed wine and cheese gatherings

Hung along the banisters like wilting grapes in early winter

wallpaper walls softly fade waiting for repair and a stroke of fresh paint

like the old carriage out on the neighbor’s lawn along the way i yearn for more

how will i let daddy know that this growing being within my walls carrying high

will not just fade nor go away

it will bloom soon manifesting steady true as the rising sun

i just hope he understands

that what happened that one night beyond his watchful eye

and saltpeter filled bebe gun denied

my clandestine lover slipped in one night

in through the window battenburg curtains billowed and adjusted

then his slipping under covers speaking in whispers

Recapitulation rendering seed into blossom

this girl emerging into woman wise far beyond her years

now climbing the rungs to heaven holding soon my own bundle of joy

he will teach my young as my youth slips away how to build another swing

out of another old tire and spin her around until she is dizzy with giggles

and flushed smooth cheeks as her emerald eyes twinkle in sunlight

i hope he finds with this child of mine his second youth

bathing in glorious laughter, love and light watching his kindred spirit grow

i may soon bring a little girl into the world but he will never lose his in me

i hope he knows that there will never be another love quite like him,

he will always and in all ways be the very first apple of my eye

only now soon, as I witness, he will have another one to cherish

well attended another apple of his eye

White Witch

…so familiar this battle with darkness…


Casting spells

into the belly of the hill

on bristly dragon charred broom

shifting shadow selves aside

as wet leaves stick up

in momentary protest

of dark disturbance

her gaze focused diverting deeper

into the canyon’s crags

those damn worms

in her brain rearing

had camped for

far too long deeply rooted

as she began emerging

once again unease settles in

so familiar, she thought,

this battle with darkness.

Find the lullaby

Find the lair of serenity

Find the lesson

Find the light

Bit by bit

Epiphany hit

it has all been about

Finding

Family