|Three lusty witches, one randy tomcat and a spell that unleashed potent sexual desires.|
Beauty and the beastUgliness appeared before her,Beauty and the beast by shelleypalmer
empty but its gaze implored her.
What was this misshaped monstrous thing
that wore fine clothes fit for a king?
Conjured from an ancient spell?
No way that she could surely tell.
This thing professed that it was good
yet crows would eat it, if they could,
that dragons would breathe fire upon
or simply flee or turn to stone.
And all but she would turn away
to see this face in light of day.
Did it crawl once on the ground?
Did it make a braying sound?
Did it come from sullied earth?
Should it have been drowned at birth?
Was it a joke, a curse, a prank?
a hunch of bones whose spine was lank?
Did it come from some locked room
hidden always in the gloom?
fed by those with eyes averted
from the floor with feces dirtied,
from its eyes, sunken and red,
from depth of sorrow, yet tears unshed
from moaning, groaning from its soul,
from facial features of a troll,
from all the kindness lingering
in the heart of something withering?
And yet somehow ‘it’ bec
Apple PieElizabeth watched as the moon cast the herb garden in hoary splendor. She stood betwixt the rows of silvered leaves and saw roots rising as if the herbs were eager to be picked. Elizabeth’s hands were cold. Her arthritic fingers teased roots from their earthy beds, gently making sure all parts of the plants were intact – they were layered into a well-used basket made of willow, its weave loosened by age and use.Apple Pie by shelleypalmer
There had been many herb gardens throughout Elizabeth’s life in many different places. She loved to grow things. She was an Earth Mother and fruitfulness followed her in many shapes and forms. Each day brought forth more progeny and communication with a variety of things. She spoke to her ants, her bees and to her apples. Apples were her favorite fruit.
Elizabeth continued to pick, as ghosts from her past watched her. A frost dusted her hair, the plants and the rich, soft earth – that yielded to her light tread.
Early winter was not the ideal time to gat
Rampage in the Nightworld ForestIn the Morningworld of Forest, there’s scurrying and much unrestRampage in the Nightworld Forest by shelleypalmer
foxes run, their tails a-quiver, snails and slugs race all-a-slither
through the grass and fairy rings, through the slime and squishy things,
over tree roots, squashing fungi, snorting, snuffling. My oh my!
Followed by all mice and rats, squirrels, owls and some stray cats
running, leaping, there’s no sleeping. Hear the squeaks of wakened bats.
Hurry hurry, tis soon time when Wizards cast their spells in rhyme
to rise up squirtling, squorting things, that run with legs on hairy springs
and squib down fairies toadstool homes, chewing on old goblins bones,
painting black upon the trees, cracking nuts between their knees
regurgitating greenish stuff, a liquid moss that gathers fluff,
groaning, moaning, gibbering – plant-life before them withering.
These blackened souls, they’ll claim the night, for tis their time and awful right
when moon on wane hangs down real low, for power of the dark will grow
RunningDusty roads ahead that lead to nowhere;Running by shelleypalmer
my footfalls are as heavy as my heart.
Why do I run? I ask, Do you still care?
Did you not love me from the very start?
Questions always trailing close behind me,
following the path I have to take.
Answers so reluctant that remind me,
coming back could be a big mistake.
Yet from the scenes within me and around
pulling me with threads of ties so strong,
I’m drawn into the distance where the sound
of new beginnings plays into a song.
And so I tread the past behind me swiftly,
listening only to a tune that is intense,
seeing only visions that can lift me.
Only now my inner self is making sense.
It promises a love from whence I came
If not from you then maybe someone else.
I’ll smile. I’ll roll the dice. I’ll play the game
Keep my calm within my life’s erratic pulse.
I settle, watching traffic by the roadside
feet are weary but my load is somehow light.
A car stops, smiles within. Offer of a ride
welcomed as the evening
What Mattered MostThe room was surprisingly not as messy as she thought it would be.What Mattered Most by fauxfaced
She nearly tripped down the stairs, crunching one of the many soda cans strewn about. An unfolded basket of laundry sat on the couch, grease from the pizza box seeping through onto his clothes. Dust particles danced in the sunset’s light, bathing the room in a low dusky glow.
Yes, it was messy… but not as messy as she had imagined. At least someone cleaned up the dog vomit, she thought as she descended the carpeted stairs. She laughed when the smell hit her nose - the smell of old garlic pizza and something that could only be described as 'ripening' dirty clothes, buried under the cologne of someone in denial.
She paused at the landing, gazing around the cramped room. It was still similar to the last time she visited, the first and only time he let her see his basement. Her breath caught in her throat, memories of their first date on that very couch bursting through the dam and flooding her eyes. It w
Words UnspokenThere are so many things I want to say,Words Unspoken by CometsCollide
So many things I want you to know.
I don't know where to start,
I don't know where to end.
If only I could put what I feel into words,
Pour my heart out and never stop.
I would whisper my secrets to the night,
Hoping the breeze might carry them to you.
But I have no words to speak,
No secrets I can whisper.
I would speak my piece with confidence,
Declare my intentions and misgivings.
But I tremble at the mere thought,
I have no faith in my own voice.
I would shout from the rooftops,
Bare my soul to the world, so you would know.
But my voice is small and sticks in my throat,
I can't seem to catch my breath.
There are so many things I wish I could put into words,
But never will.
About a NoseWould it bother you, suppose,About a Nose by Nightshade03
to have an extra-largish nose?
One of most great size and clout,
a long and splendid grandiose snout!
Extensive length and highest peak
Does make a most impressive beak.
A button nose is so passe,
you see those almost every day!
But would it not be mighty fine,
to have one grand and aquiline?
With long and curling nostril hair,
so dapper and quite debonair!
Perhaps with rings accessorized
to decorate your schnoz so prized!
For a sniffer is not just a snoot,
It's power is quite absolute.
A tiny nose one cannot count on,
why have molehill instead of a mountain?
A lovely nose so elephantine,
magnificent, regal, majestic, and keen!
It is a face's greatest pride,
and therefore must be dignified.
Your poise, aplomb, and elegant grace,
will be as plain as the nose on your face!
Wherever you go, all shall behold,
Your princely trunk, so lofty and bold!
To see what any man is worth,
you must appraise his nose-ular girth.
And so I say, in final conclusion,
A divorcee living with my son in North London. Loving humour and magic. In the past I wrote a column in Haunted Digital Magazine, and have written two children's books.
My dream is for a book or books to appear on bookshelves. All of those published so far are print-on-demand. This is because I have no patience to await agents' or publishers' replies - been that route and anyhow probably no chance because I haven't (a) murdered anyone (yet, though I have a few in mind!) or (b) have celebrity status or (c) smuggled drugs inadvertently and then been imprisoned in some Thailand jail for the past 20 odd years.
One of the books which illlustrates perfectly my naughty schoolboy/schoolgirl type of humour is: Mad Magda's Naughty Adult Fairy Tales - this is not erotica, though I think the books may have sold better if they had've been! No not my style, just very rude and full of innuendo.
A Journey in the Mind of the Goblin from Zo - my magical children's book