She is a flesh devouring fairy who feasts on children
who don't wash their hands and primp their toes
Darkly inclined she lives in the shadows, once bitten  
you will turn as evil as her extra long snubby nose

Her name is Darkelina and she snickers to herself    
she owns spidery fingers and her teeth are razor sharp  
Sponge em' down, disinfect, scour them clean or else  
she will cleave your little pinkie and stitch it to her harp

Darkelina Pixie-Meana  that is what they call her Heh !
better wash it or hide it before she finds you child
Gloomy and morose with a dark disposition, its her way
better tuck them under the covers, for she is crazy wild

Beyond the twitch of night she can give you such a fright
she's got teeth with jagged edges, boy how she loves to bite !

Wind wraps me in a hug

Clouds form a blanket around me

Sun warms like a cup of tea

it is a long time since the sun shone in long and low

like that, says the bear.



does this mean it is spring now? it is such a pretty

room.



yellow.

unpaved roads
where will we go
tumbling between brick and brick
latching on to a shoulder sack
filled to the brim with burden
in it we found places for memory
places for love and hope
places for fear and pain
and a big gaping hole
for the ever growing grief
that never seems to fall out
so we head to the lake
and to the sea
because the rocks we hold
are too big to try skipping
across puddles

we walked
beneath a tree

teeming
it seemed

with white butterflies
hundreds of them
  
locked
in chaotic knots

of flight
it was quite

a sight
what with the heavy pace

of each day
it was nice

to find a quiet place
and watch

such a winged
display

I've watered this garden for ages
Yet nothing ever grows
I've consulted botanical mages
They haven't the time for my trivial woes

I've pruned with bloodied fingertips-
Soil so stubborn, refusing to shift
I've given every pamphlet a flip
Still no signs of a horticultural gift

I’ve burned every bridge just to feel warm