Narnian Reverie: Or Moishe Requires his Tea

Mrs. Bombastic

A tisket, a tasket 

trailing mist ribbons

from her Easter basket

midsummer moonshine

lost and found mittens

and then lost again

by fiddling kittens

glowworm yellow orb 

with green cheese moon man

sing hey diddle diddle

the fiddlers play again 

Bastet hearth deity

Bombay amber eyed green 

reflect harvest moon 

patent black coat sheen

larking in grayscale

hinterland twilight

no time for sleep in

mystic magic night 

to color in vision

the painter brings his brush

I brought my pen to

poem in the hush

by honeycomb verses

weaving fabled spells

of sand covered kingdoms

inside wishing wells

once upon a rhyming

celestial story time

Tlingit elder waltz in

wild mountain thyme

Puss tippling catnip

Me, my jug of wine

a loaf and he beside 

were paradise just fine

till rain sneaks in on

Mist-blue kitty toes

Ohio's bank ore'flowing

where pussywillow grows

wither shall we find

sheltering repose

words all blurred by 

Windy Wendigoes 

my ballet shoes soiled

they will surely scold 

wine turned to water

Moishe's feet are cold 

 

but soft what light shines

In yon window faithfully

his front yard post light

calling me and Moishe

no, just me revolving

round mem'ry carousel

kitchen table slideshow

why does heaven hurt like hell?

the more I recall I forget

wine spilled on the floor

crying, holding tighter 

just makes me lose more

Fact.  

gramp and gran have moved

ever farther away

I only see and hear 

in grandkids at play. 

I don't even dream about them anymore. 

still our beloved birds

hover o're me now 

tiny grandparent sparks

my presence they allow

This bears more pondering. 

I'll write on this more. 

I'll think on this more. 

I'll drink on this more. 

Meanwhile, cue Narnian Reverie. Because Moishe's toes are freezing and he requires his tea. 

 

A sardine toast feast

Tumnus laid for we

riding out the storm

faun, the cat and me

sip from fairy cups

of dogwood petal pink

with fern frond saucers 

gin and printer's ink 

(there it is...)

Just a god and his girl

with our ancient ways

strolling down Eden

in and out of days

 

Rescue Swim Sonnet

fallow lie the fields

of grim Athenry 

yes, we have no milk 

the cow has run dry 

those perishing below

from her window sees

but does she even hear

their heart-twisting pleas?

Lady of Shalott 

wrings out tears like rain

cries for herself not 

children with no grain 

what use is crying 

with no song to say 

the doom is upon her

she's clean sailed away

lonely is our lady 

of towered misery

drowning in blossoms

in boat off the quay 

Such a golden waste 

bright sparkler divine

Makes me consider 

the spark that is mine

methinks as I dwell

in my quirky rhyme 

about brevity of 

the tango with time

to the death dicers 

who flirt with the grave

a word of caution 

before the final wave  

spare a thought for those

leaving leaves behind 

when contemplating 

a darker shade of mind

as for me, I'll wear

my 24-karat glow

done with silence now

time to tell and show 

no more colors hid

under basket confine

time to blow the top off 

this little light of mine

I quit dancing to

the puppet masters tune

flip the script face up

rewrite my own rune 

I've a debt to let 

my bright and dark shine

keening out me to 

my young still in line. 

cut loose choke holders

get my priorities straight

cut free loaders adrift

release their dead weight

this is both swan song

and coming-out ball

parting with death dance

as life to life calls

 

I'm harkening to

those truly in need 

by cutting out takers 

I give givers the lead

life ring thrown back

to drowning gone before

rescue swim sonnet 

pulling toward shore

my pay it forward

filling shoes they outgrew

what good they gave

the only kindness I knew

in parched earth vale

better to light a spark

than waste golden dreams

by cursing the dark

Pax Vobiscum. 

Lady of Shalott Blues in B-flat

Grade eff off key day

make the beast go away

can't shake mood today

only eerie meters play

got the doom on me

bagpiping the tune 

Lady of Shalott blues

in B-flat river gloom 

blue moon of Camelot

Keep on shining gloam

from Ohio's mud banks

Charon ferries me home

blue veined hands grasp

Sun's spotted yellow chill

permafrosted core

holds the ice queen still

empty orb hollowed 

dull daylights retract

bleakest black and blue 

prism fragments refract

needle nosed lances 

on tiny aimed shard

finds a clear target

hits tender heart hard

sun without no shine

burns like saccharine

jeering and jesting 

of a fake friend's grin

forced rumination

gnaws in stranglehold

peas porridge stewed in

the pot nine days old 

banjo nerves jangle

in arthritic knot

Discordant twangle

my C minor Camelot 

I finally spoke her name

did the unthinkable

on this day of days

parted company with

traditional ways

it's not what I did

it's what I didn't do

insignificant 

it may seem to you 

for once didn't go

I stayed home in bed

first time in decades I

heard my pain instead

her voice silenced since

forever long time

always playing my

"I'm fine" pantomime

and I power on

mutely holding all

load-bearing lady 

always takes the fall

this sounds selfish, or

maybe just I hear

old haranguing voices

clanging in my ear

stop showing off, you

just want sympathy

you're too sensitive 

in your pity party 

pain was inconvenient

needs were always blamed

tired was verboten

sick was ignored or shamed

And so I shut down

I sucked up my pain

like a vacuum or 

a spiraling drain 

of course it spiraled

screwed itself down tight 

frozen in my core 

clamped like jaw bite 

hand over a mouth

to silence a scream 

but she was too loud 

especially in dream 

"She" is a fairy 

pain she helps me see

she's much more friend than

they ever were to me

she starts and ends day 

and punctuates night

though I keep her at bay

still she shines her light

no matter how tight 

I put on her lid 

my bottled genie 

refuses to stay hid 

she interrupts my sleep 

sounds back alarm bell 

if I don't heed she makes

other parts hurt as well

I should thank her for

waking me in pain

so I stop heeding 

shaming in my brain

it's them I should ignore

voices in my my head

they get louder too

when I go to bed

not that I'm expected

to hurt silent be

by the folks I love

who also love me

 

they aren't the problem

the shame lives in me

in harm from people 

I once called  family 

so today I did

something differently 

gagged the voices to  

hear the wise fairy 

how did it feel to 

finally speak her name

I don't know yet 

some is still the same

it'll take time and work

to gag shame for good 

we'll do it together

in our safe fairy wood 

Where words cannot go

spaces, voids and places 

with no way to name

boundless sensation

no picture to frame

dwell in my deepness

marrow of my soul 

rooted in heartwood

parts in umbilical whole

Some radiate heaven

paradise past tell

some mutely suffer 

agony like hell

ache like astronaut 

clinging by eyelash thread

to a mother ship

where the crew is dead

joy like fairy lights

that in my yard glow

beaming out a hope

where no word can go

vacuum sealed sound

concentric circles fall

collapsing on themselves

mute conical wall

formless thoughts and faces

flit in nightmares dreamed

but when I catch them

they're not what they seemed

Yet they're there and real

deep in secret well 

intangible tangent

no seer can foretell

heard but unspoken

penned in invisible ink

beyond my line of sight

I miss them when I blink 

like wee red spiders

or tiny dust mites 

you only know he's been

by his painful bites

But for all the bad

that falls on deaf ears

much voiceless delight

my spirit still hears

with bone deep reverb

sound without volume

too low for sonar 

in full body hymn

down below bottom 

more felt than heard

past hell's 7 layer salad

this loudly silent word

a void that sat vacant

is filled to the brim

flooding with light 

corners that were dim

pulsing each heartbeat

the psyche's EKG

sung in living color

by astral choir in me

Amen. 

Oh Captain, my captain dear...

monarch in residence

presiding from a tree

marooned on the beach

my driftwood deity

pirate king's throne on

schist striated sands

black to tan ombre

in mica and quartz bands

crowned with flowers

woven by his queen

in woodland frolics

midsummer's daydream 

bandana flag waves

like ruby red sail

from back pocket of

blue jeaned admiral 

Adonis adorned 

master of the sea

exhales cigarette

Puff in Honalee

Ponders the great lake

horizons deep and wide

muses how far it is

to the other side

Captain, my captain

permission to board?

this one man vessel 

of the barefoot milord

I'll man the mainsail

you the rudder steer

there's cheese to share and

an icebox of beer

I think on such as these

as the years hit 44

riding each tomorrow

to reach the far shore

But it's not the start

nor the ending bells

but in-between times 

is where living dwells

we've many landings

memories yet to make 

before our final bow

and curtain call take

So rev this tramp steamer

and take 'er out to sea

I'll ride with you, luv

to infinity. 

(reflections upon a random snapshot taken by me of my boy, circa, 1983-ish)

When the Wind's in the Wendigo

the wind's in the wendigo

at my achy breaky lake

vision found and lost

in a sick headache 

upside wrong way up

right side upside down 

here we go again

round the Mary-go-round 

feel a spiral coming 

migraine black and blue

brain cacophony 

no idea what to do

Make the bad man stop

try to stem the tide

with a goldfish net

with holes way too wide

all my hard work ruined

painting washed away

shushed imagination

where antelope did play

Chilkoot befuddled

muddy rainbow puddled

Tlingit blanket frayed

Seed beads all muddled

The wind's in the wendigo

my lovely fine pine time 

Dissolved by acid rain 

One more nightmare, mine

The end of the beginning...