Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Wielder of Thunderbolts

A blinding thunderbolt touched down to earth, shattering the star-crusted night sky, causing forceful shockwaves to span from its epicenter in tulmulterous waves. I was ferociously thrown to the ground, shielding my sensitive eyes from the starkly luminous beam, and could feel each strand of hair on my skin stand on its end. I rose on shaky feet, searching with crazed eyes for the gifted soul who could wield such indisputable power.

Was he a friend or foe?

Was the thunderbolt meant for me?

Had I been discovered?

I clutched at the bark of a nearby tree to keep upright as I was hit with residual spasms, and opened my mind in search of the formidable intruder.

Silence. Eerily so.

The risen full moon lit a path of scorched earth before me. Energized static clawed at my skin, creating spidery friction beneath my heavy coat. A crackling boom shuddered through my eardrums as flickers of light pulsed through the night.

And it was there, upon the relentlessly striking iron gate, that I saw him. The young boy sat atop the gate’s flat edge, swinging his legs with a carefree composure that was disconcerting enough to send another tremor through my bones. He used one hand to clasp the iron bars, keeping himself steady, and began to steadily lift the other above his head of moonlit curly hair. With a face of child-like blithe, he illuminated the canvased ink sky, once more.

Wednesday, January 24, 2018

The Haze of Ceasless Hills

Perched atop a faithful tower 
Below the shining midday sun,
Dreaming of but one more hour
Before urged to cleave and run.

Basking in such golden rays
With views of ceaseless hills,
Eyes of tact see through its haze
If provoked by the sheer of wills.

Veiled secrets woven through and through  
Betwixt the ribs of grass,
Entranced by a triumphant view 
That shifts for time to pass.

Tuesday, January 23, 2018

Forgotten Heart

Once so lovely, once so free,
Turned vision framed to leer at me. 

You caught me once, you caught me twice,
Sans shield, I fall, for due was thrice. 

Fire eyes ablazed, thorned rose in hand,
You’ve come to seize once promised land.  

Forgive me, Sir, I had no part,
For all was lost in my forgotten heart. 

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Orchard of Hidden Jewels


The wind was rich and spirited. With every careful step, I relished in the billowing aroma of fresh apples that seeped with an all-encompassing fervor into my pores. The vibrant emerald leaves tickled my skin as I crouched under the shaggy branch, wishing for relief from the unforgiving maze I had become subjected to. The orchard was vast, bristling with the ruby hued fruit that commanded to be cherished and respected for their unadulterated purity. I gazed at the fruit with longing as a quiver of hunger pierced my stomach after seven daunting hours in this relentless grove. I wouldn't dare disturb the crystalline apples by plucking one with my filthy, weathered fingers.

A flash of silver blinded my senses, the curious reflection making me pause mid-stride. Even the wind seemed to fall stagnant, my long hair motionless against sweat slicked skin. With a cautious tread, I meandered the cluttered grounds as the tinkling light commanded me forward under an unspoken compulsion. I halted before a heavy fallen tree limb, the curling leaves marrying shades of dying chartreuse and olive. With a strength only capable of the desperate, I heaved the branch from its grave to reveal the residing treasure that lay beneath. My eyes blinked furiously on their own accord, as if they were scrutinizing a mirage.

The chrome tricycle gleamed in the mid-day sun, overwhelming my sight with a dazzling luminosity. I crept towards it with a loyal grace, my heart beating with the devotion that one would feel if they stood before their salvation. Filth and grime forgotten, I feathered my fingers over the silken handle bars with a reverent touch. With a rejuvenated spirit, I fluently saddled onto the plush leather seat as if I were a huntress mounting my prized stallion. Worn hiking boots caressed the glistening pedals as I readied myself for the journey to freedom. My feet began to cycle in an effortless sequence as an unnatural vortex of wind encircled me. Those flawlessly jeweled trees, that seemed so monumental just moments ago, were gradually diminishing into inconsequential sprouts as I rose higher and higher into the weightless sky.