Monday, January 31, 2011

~ The Muse ~
Sometimes she sings in numbers,
Sometimes she whispers words,
Sometimes she chants in colors;
She should never be ignored.

She wears a mask upon her face
But speaks what's on her mind,
She haunts an enigmatic place
You'll never ever find.

Sometimes she wanders solo,
Sometimes she takes a lover;
Once she lets you kiss her lips
You'll never seek another.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

she drinks down the cold
like a swallowed prayer to a
god with snow-shaped eyes

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

 ~ The Snow Queen's Mask ~

She walks out of winter,
Eyes full of snow and secret longing,
Just far enough
To taste sunshine on her tongue.

Monday, January 3, 2011

Fairy Godmother Thistle
Commonly found along the edge of a snow-filled field, usually (but not always) within proximity of a glade of oak trees. This particular plant tends to be overlooked, despite its magical properties. When clipped at its base with silver shears during the full wolf moon and placed in a cylindrical vessel along with one drop of blood and a tear from each eye, it has the power to grant three wishes. Upon immersion, the foliage beneath the bud always writhes a warning, "Do not end up using your third wish to undo the foolishness of the first two. Please wish with care!" All too often, this advise goes unheeded.