“I’d love to get to sleep at a reasonable time Mom, but my sister just finished burying my bed in the backyard!” my voice rose hysterically at the mere thought of my precious water-bed laying five feet under, the soft pillows probably suffocating on dirt.
“Well do something about it! I want you in bed in thirty minuets young lady, no excuses!” and with that, my grouchy mother trotted out of the room.
5, 10, 15, 20… the minutes ticked by. My mind was drawing a blank, no solution was coming to me, oh what to do, it was like I had writer’s block of the severest degree.. Shovels would take to long, I don’t have the money or time to buy a replacement bed, and a bulldozer would take out the entire before even trying for my bed so that’s definitely out of the question. I could claim another bed in the house… but no, I must have my incredibly relaxing, comfortable queen size bed.
Suddenly, I flew from the house, struck by an idea. I returned five minutes laterand lead a pack of my neighbor’s dogs to the backyard. German shepherds, golden retrievers, black labs, poodles, and Jack Russell terriers all stood in a straight line awaiting my directions as if they were soldiers standing at attention.
“Dig poochies! Dig like your entire dog biscuit eating future depends on it,” I commanded, pointing to where my bed lay, out of sight.
With barks of delight, they feasted upon the task, paws moving at the speed of light, and dirt flying in my face as they barked with unchecked joy at the opportunity to dig through rose gardens and not be reprimanded. Within what seemed to be only moments, their enthusiasm finished the task.
My bed was now bathed in moonlight, back at the surface where it belonged, although the legs were still stuck in the fertile soil of my mother’s prize winning flower garden. Tulips of all hues, bright cardinal red roses, and a long lost pair of gardening gloves decorated the top, somehow making it look as breathtaking as when I had first rested my gaze upon it, despite the dirt that made the once-turquoise duvet a filthy brown. A satisfied sigh escaped my lips, somehow letting my canine minions know their work was done, that they could leave even though I was not consciously present.
“Sugar, you better be asleep in five…” my mother’s dangerously sweet voice spilled out of the house, jolting me from my stupor. I frantically brushed dirt off the covers, “four…” I didn’t think I can get the bed to my room in time “three..” pushing, shoving, tugging, and pulling, nothing can move it “two…” my legs propelled my body into the bed with haste “one.” my head hit the pillow and sleep claimed me immediately as my mom's voice died out. Of course, my dream starts with getting pneumonia after sleeping outside in the rain!
Despite the wind howling through the village, emphatically tossing slush from the road into the face of civilians out for a stroll, Jenville still managed to look picturesque from the warm candlelight that bathed the windows of homes and garland that decorated storefronts. Clusters of warmly wrapped families hurried through the winter weather turned foul, anxious to get out of the cold, wet streets. One however was not in a hurry for that reason. Fourteen year-old Lydia Braxton flew through the street as if sprinting would allow her to shed the tragic memories of two nights past.
She pulled open the heavy oak door of Perry’s Travel Arrangements just wide enough for her slim frame to slip inside. One pale hand reached beneath the hood of her cloak to tug nervously at a few strands of curly honey-brown hair. It fell limply to her side almost immediately in sync with widening gray-blue eyes at the sight of the sizeable granite stones that the back wall was made of. She shook her head, desperate to not slip back into the past, for it was vital that she talk to Perry as soon as possible. However, her shuddering was to no avail, fog seemed to descend upon Lydia’s vision and then the store disappeared, overcome by visions of the past.
The stone walls of the fireplace were rough, but Lydia couldn’t care less about how comfortable her current quarters were. All that truly mattered was the safety of her family and herself. “We have searched all rooms and collected all inhabitants we found. Anything else you want me to do Chief?” A sob caught in her throat as she watched the forms of her mother and father collapse on the dirt floor of the living room next to her eight year old brother. It had been difficult enough not to come to his aid when hands had dragged George form the base of the fireplace. She had simply pulled herself further up the chimney in an effort to stay undiscovered and able to save him. But now, with most of those close to her heart found, her self-control was tested on a whole new level. The second intruder now stepped forward, revealing tanned skin, eyes like the depths of the forest, and jet black hair. He opened up his mouth and began to talk in broken English. “The woman and boy will be… useful, take them with us. I have no use for the other… dispose of him.” With a muffled shriek of despair, Lydia ducked her head moments too late, for she had already seen the rifle raised, aimed at her father, and the bullet find his head.
“No! Dad, answer me please! DAD!!” sobs racked her body. She rolled around, kicking and screaming, but it was getting harder and harder to move. Suddenly, a comforting hand began to stroke her hair and helped to calm her down. “Lydia, my child. Stop your weeping, it was all only a terrible dream.”
He nodded, then vanished through a curtain of pines. Esmeralda collapsed the moment her dear fisherman boyfriend crossed the tree line and allowed her grief to consume her. Even though the inclining if his head had been Chase’s way of promising her that he would be fine and return home to her, she still felt as if they were both forgetting something vital. A horrible howl broke the calm silence of the morning and even the fact that it was the ungodly hour of 4:30 am, Esmeralda shot to her feet, perfectly awake and alert.
“Chase...” her first call was a whisper so as not to disturb any wild creature, but more wails caused her anxiety level to skyrocket.
“Chase... Darling? CHASE!” she was now shouting hysterically and her worn black boots carried her slim figure forward a few steps to the edge of the forest.
All the warnings the elders had ever hissed at the children who dared approach the Woods of Fatality came flooding back into the stream of thoughts circling her mind. They had talked of trees that tripped you, bushes that used their leaves to snare you, and horrible beasts that ate youngsters alive.
“No, don’t think of that. Concentrate on Chase alone.” Esmeralda murmured in a shaky tone that solidified when she thought of her rock. And with that, the young woman entered the forest of her nightmares
She traveled slowly along the faint path which twisted and turned between two sides of towering pines scurrying a few meters, pausing as if sensing danger, and then flying forward again. The tallest of the trees seemed to glare down upon her. A low haunting moan whistled through the leaves, causing Esmeralda’s terror to increase by tenfold. Unconsciously, she began to pick up her pace and cease her hesitations.
Glancing around, her bright blue eyes began to take in more of her surroundings as they adjusted to the dim lighting.She gazed upon calf high layers of dead leaves that carpeted the forest floor, appetizing poisonous berries that swayed on the limbs of prickly bushes, and enormous eyes that slowly blinked from the depths of off path woods.
Pulling her moth eaten shawl tighter around her torso, so as to tighten her grip on an oddly shaped bundle wrapped in an yellow cloth clutched to her chest, and flipping her long french braid of thick ebony hair, the young messenger let a smile cross her face upon the sight of the wood boundary.
She tried to appear calm as she rushed by the fringe of a residential so as not to spook anyone or anything, but by the time businesses surrounded her, Esmeralda was in an all out sprint. Her surroundings barely had time to register with her before she upon them or past them.
Finally, her boots were pounding on the creaky fishing wharf, as she dodged supplies, squeezed between fishermen and arrived by Emerald Queen.
“Chase!” Esmeralda called, holding up the bundle. “You forgot your lunch!”
“Oh Why!?” cries the sparrow, broken and trapped.
Stuck on the cold hard ground,
Watching the rest of his flock take flight.
His body's’ tethered to the ground by earthly creations-
Yet his spirit longs for freedom, rushing wind beneath his wings!
“Oh Why!?” wails the sparrow, desperate and crushed.
Gazing up at the sky from the dismal ground.
But his friends, family, companions- his life-
Soar away, heading south for the winter.
They dive and glide, coast and twirl…
Like a ballerina, a master in her element!
Sparing not a second thought to their castaway brother…
“Oh Why!?” cries the sparrow, hopeless and forsaken.
Still crumpled on the damp, foreboding earth.
His small heads hangs,
Frail Shoulders droop,
Bright Eyes dim..
All hope for freedom-
Like his forgotten heartbeat...
A Poem Inspired by a Langston Hughes Poem
I, too, Sing America.
My lyrics may not flow from my latest Instagram post,
Or be scrawled on a discarded Starbucks cup.
They are hidden, both by me and the world.
A swan drowning in a paradise-like ocean,
A dreamer destroyed by subtle shade,
A million priceless masterpieces stolen, the matter like that of a misplaced napkin.
I, too, Sing America.
Yet the world does not care.
One day, I may rise above the world,
Like a caterpillar becoming a butterfly.
But for now, I huddle at the bottom,
A discarded idea,
A song never to be sung.
I, too, Sing America.
Their doubt like an epidemic, an unstoppable infection,
My wings falter mid takeoff,
Legs buckle right before the signal to start the race.
Do I Sing America?
My melody may be fresh,
The style unheard.
I am the dawn of a new age,
An Original, still singing, America!
Her pale body welcomed by two tedious strangers.
Red marks of guilt all over her pale face.
Tears caught in her blond webs,
Her dark brown eyes holding memories,
Her swollen lips petrified to speak.
People looked at her nakedly.
The books were a burden on her shoulders,
Hiding it in - nails through her feet.
Fear chased her everyday,
but hope kept her running.
For she never gave up,
for she still rose up.
At the break of dawn
To see crimson- gold light shining through
The scent of fresh eggs
Swirl around me.
Pulls me forwards,
But the cool duvet comforters,
Pull me back.
I step outside
To feel the
Sun, yellow as lemonade-
Beating down on me.
It's so hot
That my feet drag,
All the way to my backyard pool.
I decide to take a dip,
In the cool, clear waters.
As soon as my body is
Immersed in the peacefulness,
I feel better at once.
I feel cozy with my
Family, all together in my safe, sturdy home.
I hear laughter
As I drift off to sleep…..
I set out!
Along the path of enlightenment
Looking for something-
But I didn’t know what.
Golden summer sun shone,
Wind frolicked in the
cloudless azure dome,
Waves of gold swayed,
A warm breeze
Ruffled my hair.
Looking for something -
Not knowing what…..
But I was sure I would find it
On the road…..
Wind blew into a gale
The rain of difference thundered down,
Meaning to crush me under the weight
Of fitting in.
To survive -
To dance through the storm, resilient
I could make it through
I would live
And I would find -
What I was looking for…….
Whatever that was
The droplets have dissipated, and I miss them
For the sun will not shine
And my soul mimics the cloudy-gray sky.
Wet sheets of water
Puddle from my downcast head,
My weary eyes
Because I am still going.
If I could
I would turn back
I am the wanderer…..
Cast onto the path
Searching through my soul
I will never find……
I, too, sing America.
It has improved, they say….
STEM and female sports
The right to vote - and - dare I say -
A female president?
But we are the weaker gender.
In times of trouble:
We are discounted, rushed away
To live in ignorance, depend on the serpentine
Who have oppressed us for centuries
Like the stereotype
The sheltered, beautiful blonde
Who has never left her tower….
I I wish I had a way to bring you back.
I I wish I had a cure to save you and everyone else.
I I wish I could see you smile one last time.
I I wish I never had to let you go.
I I wish I was just a little older to have more memories with you.
I I wish every picture of you was 3D
I I wish I never lost you, and let you out of reach.
I I wish my wish could come true
I I wish my love for you could bring you back.
My wish is a wish for you.