Marionette

You called me mine, forming my shape with the soft round of your palm, I was so utterly shape-able, form-able, naive.  You breathed your doctrine into me like you were my God.   Manipulating and whispering, until my form was your perfection. i, smiling most ingeniously. You, tying strings to the vulnerable arcs of my bones, making me … More Marionette

Wandering Writings

“Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.” Neil Gaiman, Oh! The Feels And not the good ones. I have become so, crowded within myself. I feel like a can of shook soda. A jumbled basket of yarn. Where … More Wandering Writings

Melting

_Haiku__The snow is meltingThe earth is crying riversLike lovers parting.__________ I have been reading from “Ontheland” who writes some beautiful Haiku. She inspired me to try my hand at it. Good or bad, there it is. 🙂 -Hummingbird