Stella MarisHolding the egg with the unborn savior, I have walked along the aisles to align myself with the bones of priests. The burning flame in the tower has captured the brass glow of the evening light, helplessly clinging to the empty altar.
The light of Heaven trickles through the veil of the sky. I have reflected the slanted rays with a stained mirror.
Somewhere within the glacier is my twin, melting the endless layers with her heart.
One of the trees was painted by the Moon.
Two of the birds swallowed the stars.
Three of the branches have grown together.
The four corners of the forest joined.
Five of the disciples came here.
Six of the eggs were cracked open,
From the seventh, you came.
Eight-winged child of Earth,
Nine times denied,
Held for the first time.
MemoryI rested with a light pink blooming cherry-tree branch on my chest. The wind flowed along the river banks, somewhere out of sight, beyond the buildings and the yard. My silk attire lay on the ground like the wings of a butterfly, and the brook flowed past me in the direction of the snow-topped mountains.Memory2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I wished you had picked me up like a flower from the garden, held my flourishing body for a while before I wilted away. You could have been handsome like a pine tree, your eyes always the same green. We could have lived entwined with each other like light and shade.
When I walked around these yards, the Moon followed me among the pillars and watched me through the windows. I put a little doll that looked like me into one of the miniature temples and placed a tiny garland on her hair. Every night, the doll sang to me of distant lands on the border between dreams and reality.
I saw you every day in the daylight, riding along the sides of the mountains and the linings of the clouds on a s
UndineIf I could live a thousand years, lives turning into melancholy streams of light around me,Undine1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could listen to the whispers of birch branches by the misty river without crying,
I would be strong enough to resist following feathers in the eye of the storm.
I know the tongues of fire of dragons behind forbidden doors.
I know the mayflies dying in the thousands by the roadside.
I know the shape of my soul from the wounds on my side.
If I could stop turning to the Devil to heal him with my hands,
If I could cease listening to the songs of the searing flames,
I could shoot down the bird that survived the crusades.
Though the smoke in my lungs makes it hard to breathe,
And the howling of the wolves drowns the words,
I cannot unsee the dreams of the seers.
SkyA girl danced, twirling sunbeams around her waist on a meadow on the clouds that grew the tinkling snowbells of dreams. With her agile fingers, she wove wisps into seagull wings and set the birds diving down the sky with her laughter. Her bare feet sunk into the deep currents glittering mother-of-pearl and she breathed in rainbows in the shimmering water vapor and sung of cities of glass at the break of dawn.Sky1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
One day she stumbled and fell through towers of cumulus and cirrus tangled in her long, golden hair. Her white dress turned into reliefs of a thousand unknown worlds in the wind as she dove through the endless, lucid hues of azure and fell into a pool of silver gathered on top of storm clouds. Light splashed all over like a Sun playing hide-and-seek among the deep greys and turned into cursive letters expressing her delight.
Swans that sing songs of endless horizons rose like white arrows in the sky as the princess dove like a dolphin from a glowing stormcloud to another, her back
PsycheThere was a daisy growing on my head, turning and swaying like a carousel. Upon the daisy was a family of butterflies pinned down with garish pins. Their wings had creaking hinges, their metal plated wings flashing melting light.Psyche10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The mist was broken by the silhouettes of black trees separating from their own shadows. The movement of my fingers was soft like air mixed with whirlpools of honey, quiet like the still forest behind the sleeping birds. On my tongue rested the bitter herbs of spring.
White butterflies made blue shadows on the steamy windowpane, beating transparent stripes across the blurred view. The world became an aquarium with sea turtles moving in patterns across the wavering turquoise. My soul forged burning loops within my frosted skull.
The sides of the onyx highrises on the Moon burned red against the rising Sun. The aliens joined their hands in a circle of telepaths around the abyss. Their silver foreheads mirrored the movement of the merging clouds.
ScentLeaves are covered in dewdrops that shatter in the rainScent2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I walk on gravel with the evening mist at my heels
At the green river I watch currents wash away the foam
Ants hide between the cracks of the white-painted concrete
Sparrows eat the bitter bright fruit of the hawthorn
As I run away from the scent of fallen apples
I am crowned with wilting rose petals at night
The streetlights scatter streaks of gold upon my feet
As I speak of kingdoms with mute animals
I left my voice inside a jar that fell from the windowsill
I listened to the shattering song with ears of lace
Made a forest out of moss in a medallion
I fed the holy dove seconds by the frosted bench
Echoes of lone feet on a concrete square
Time turned into a flashing light behind the fence
In a ring of silent muses with tearless eyes
Patches of oil paint on their gypsum chests
I write with the quill of a seagull
The dewdrops never break
Foam returns from mists of time
Apples stay in midair
HideIn the middle of a dark concrete forest of highrises, a light flickers on and offHide6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Within the core of a shattering body a flame flares and dies with her breathing
The vibrant green woods are still painted on her eyelids while she lies down dreaming
Ouside the emptiness echoes with the sound of passing cars and the falling rain
Lines of poetry form and fade on her lips as she tries to save them from oblivion
She condenses into herself to hide her soul inside the iridescent shell of her home
Like an origami folded twenty-eight times to drown the tears with determination
The horizon turns into a merciful grave lit by the luminaries of night and day
She has seen the hidden shards of glass in the quiet eyes of women with soft hands
Their red hearts bleached from dreams when the stars of their fates began to retrogade
Their pale souls a canvas for others to paint their swirling colours in bold strokes
Teaching patiently how to break and fold wings in the shape of lotus flowers
The world aroun
EnclosedBack in the year 2201 when I was still young, we went flying kites on a day when the clouds parted a little and we could see the electric light filtering down like a miracle. I had made my butterfly kite out of rice paper, carefully bending the plastic framework into a shape that reminded me of the famous Rouax the Lionheart, painting the wings an uneven white with mixed acrylics and correction fluid, embellished with red round eyes that stared down at me as it rose towards the zenith of the globe.Enclosed2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The slithering snakes, dragons and folded origami birds whirled helplessly in the gusts while I squinted to see them, my friends running excitably about. Our hearts were for a while one with the patterns on their backs, higher than the top floors of the buildings. They flew through hoops of shimmering necklaces of lights in the air as the commentator's voice crackled in the broken loudspeakers. We could be the stuff of legends for a moment, even though our silver was only spray paint.
WhiteSmoke and captured rays of the sun entwine in a glass ball,White2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I pour milk on my hand and a bird takes flight to feed on the clouds.
Walking around the frosted paths of this island lost at sea,
I call the hardy shrubs on the rocks with human names.
The spinning wheel weaves the start of a fragile world of warmth,
Grey wings are dyed white with time.
The melting threads of the setting sun fill the birch woods,
as I lay my quill pen on a piece of clear paper.
Time hangs her blue linen and lays her hand upon my head,
The river hidden in the reeds speaks in stillness.
FeyA girl lay in the snow by a frozen lake while the Sun wove a bright tapestry of blue and gold beyond the trees. She wiped some stray auburn locks from her face, breathing warm vapor onto the slowly darkening sky. Her languid silver eyes glimmered under the pale waxing crescent Moon that clung to the tops of the mysterious conifers.Fey1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
With a sigh she released a star from her lips, scores of embers blinding her sight. The spruces stirred their evergreen branches, waking the souls resting on the needles that began to ascend, traveling across the seas of silence. Firebirds with cold white flames on their wings rose from the crags, reaching for the galaxies made of dust, their lament so wistful it made the glass walls of her heart resonate.
Imps made of twigs crawled nearer to bite her fragile wrists, their lichen-covered tails writhing like snakes. Tides of darkness cascaded over her feet and crashed against her sides, turning into opaque waters that made her heart heavy. Brave black war hor
HubrisI rise up to the sky, spreading out wings of blue, purple and greenHubris6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel the chains of the world detaching and falling down into the depths
Like an arrow shot right at the middle of the taunting staring eye of the Sun
A song released from its notation, like a fern sprouting in a spiral dance
My chakras shimmering gold, silver and brass as they pull me higher
My vines spreading in triumphant waves of movement all around me
Sky-blue eyes open to witness the sight of a world in transformation
Until the sturdy scales have strengthened the pale skin of my arms
And the golden titans of Mother Earth have risen proudly to their feet
I rise as the water falls from the edges of the world into starry space
I ascend within myself and transcend my flesh turning back into dust
Swirling around the seconds breaking me with the beating of my heart
As the swords of heroes waiting on the crumbling hills shine in daylight
Our armies raise their eyes to the great gates rushing sunlight at dawn
The Sun co
AlgizHer hair looked dark and tangled like tree branches as she stood at the moonlit clearing.Algiz1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The creatures in the ground sang poems carved in runes in the bark of the evergreen pines.
The trees on the hills were adorned with Orion and her face was obscured by a veil of shadows.
She felt the bedrock crackle as it embraced the fire within the planet traveling in space.
Saplings quivered in the gale while the clear greys and evening blues melted together.
Shooting stars like sinking ships of light drew evanescent lines over the treetops.
An elk with the Pleiades in its eyes came from the woods as it heard her whisper.
It crossed frosty sedges with the shining streams of prayers hanging from its horns.
It wandered the cold earth and found buried sadness with every step of its hooves.
The uprooted human followed invisible tracks and sought answers in the soil.
Down on her knees on the frozen ground, her breath turned into clouds of vapor.
The Moon and the trees studied her in the embrace of th
ThorThe Northern Lights fluttered like the sails behind my head, whispering between strands of hair. Bleeding letters had been carved with a rusty blade on my palms. I was scattering ashes on the waves riding on a black ship when I heard the sound of the hunting horn.Thor1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The sons of gods with suns of molten brass on their helms broke through the mists of time with a mighty roar. The leaves of the sacred groves fluttered as they raised flags with heraldic bears. Like beasts wearing the stars on their necks they fulfilled the prophecy and turned the waters red.
Seers in the shape of stags with golden wheels on their haunches locked horns by the surging sea. The laments of the dead echoed from the village beyond the waves as I saw the smoke rising from the horizon.
I swore burning snakes of thunder and the lands beyond were covered in a stampede of black horses breathing fire. Hail swirled over the dark green wings of spruces and made my cape rise. I was the light on the sw
EvanescentA deer watched amid the rowanberries, horns growing thin leaves that trembled in the wind. The sound of the violin twisted around the branches like vines of tarnished bronze. Faes faded from the shade of the rocks in the time it takes to pluck a sound from a kantele.Evanescent7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The thoughts of the girl rose into the sky like snakes diving through the deep silence of the ether. When others had been reciting names of cities, she had blindly grown towards the flickering flame within. She could still hear their distant laughter through the pearlescent haze filled with the songs of the ancestors.
She was destined to pass like a shooting star soon back to the embrace of the melancholy roots of trees, saving the sights of the seasons in the cracks of her heart. Only a half-born, her twin still waited for her behind the thin veil of time, touching her shoulders in lonely twilight.
The earthly twin searched for herself in the pieces of mirror strewn on the ground, collecting fragments of the blue sky into
Moon DaughterThe stars have died, lost behind the countless walls of glass that rotate around this center. They have been born again in our midst, blindly imitating growing flowers with their feeble hands, separated from each other by masses of people that light cannot penetrate.Moon Daughter2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I am crowned with sharp spikes made of silver, countless white flowers with blue hearts wildly fluttering as if real wind could ever reach this deep within the fortress. The floor is made of countless layers of aquariums, where blue and purple fish chase each other.
My feet are adorned with wings set with sapphires like droplets of water. On my eyelids is a touch of a butterfly that sacrificed its wings. On my arms are the furs of countless white foxes that used to wander the arctic circle illuminated by the Northern lights.
As I descend the slope of dreams into the hall of ivy, the fish follow the hollow sound of my steps. The world beneath me is like an endless Sea trapped inside an observatory.
Jewels form into shapes a
CircleI wore laurel leaves in the ivory tower and hid the red, burning stars within my fists.Circle2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I painted stars on pieces of paper and destroyed them in candle flames in the privacy of my home.
I burned white candles in a circle around me and howled like a wolf to the darkening windows.
The dawn veils the night in blue, the rising Sun no less mysterious than its mirror.
I fill up forms and pile them on the tables of bureaucrats with sad eyes.
Some words they write in the most expensive golden ink, and some in the kind that vanishes overnight.
I live in a world that is flat, where humans are paper dolls burned at the temples.
I wander across the desert of parking lots, with houses looming first the size of matchboxes, then too large to enter.
There is a sad king at the head of every long table in the quiet dining rooms, deciding the angles of forks and knives.
The optician said that there is nothing wrong with my eyes, the priest that offered me wine said that the world itself is foggy.
West of the SunShe quietly touched the reverberating cymbals and sparrows descended on the drums.West of the Sun1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Memories lay hidden inside pressed sleeves, the chilly wind brought the scent of snow.
Their dreams were pale blue against the deep greys, secrets sealed inside envelopes.
They climbed up the hill to watch the valley where the earth and sky come together.
He placed his hand on her hair, to calm down its restless flow from the past to the present.
But no matter how many snowflakes were caught in her eyelashes, all he could remember was her warmth.
She was to him a white rabbit running through the brightly lit office, a reflection of twin souls on a blue window.
With his eyes closed, he learned to predict the rain with his sixth sense.
They walked quietly while the seagulls were rushing through the breaking clouds, their white wings like sails.
The glittering blades of grass were heavy from the dew and a big oak stood in the heart of the rippling meadow.
Looking at each other by the ocean, their tear
EvokeFrom the twilit forest came from behind me a band of dark animalsEvoke6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The handsome black wolves in a pack chased by the silver Moon
The ravens with their wings dripping tears from all these years
And the lady of the dead trees with a train of smoke at her heels
I walked to the ledge to watch the distant dark sea foaming
I dove among the spruces and through the crust of the earth
I felt gravity peeling away my skin to reveal the oracle's bones
I was a lightning bolt on the way to my heart like a falcon
I raised my head and from my neck grew the thorns of roses
Opened my dark eyes with silver crosses of light scintillating
From my jaws escaped fire growing into flowers of flame
While my claws dug deep into the empty shell of my body
With scales forged by the blacksmith of searing pain
And a strong spine made of diamond and adamantine
Surrounded by spells carved in clay at the beginning of time
My cries echoed in the voice of my summoner
CloserAt the edge of the turquoise aquarelle forest, a star has been blown off with the dandelion seeds. Rabbits sleep under the nodding hay, the Moon watches among the roses.Closer2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The endless road around the mountains twists like a silk ribbon in the breeze. The heavy scent of lilac is carried by the restless wind.
Rows of diamonds follow the hem of my dress. Soft curling strands of hair waver like peacock feathers by the ocean.
Treading across the blue hills, the silver bells on my veils resonate with the cursive from your quill pen and the whispering wings of evening doves.
The tip of the white ivory tower touches the sickle of the waning Moon. The bare walls glow pale in the jasmine-scented night breathing out the heat of the day.
There are unicorns carved into the granite wall above the door. The lion knocker wakes as firelight reveals your silhouette.
WithdrawThe bashful mimosa behind my ears bloomingWithdraw5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Falling petals returning into the breathing abyss
Sunlight escaping from within my closed fist
Hidden selves emerging from the primal sea
Meditating upon the compass rose of the heart
Root chakra slowly spreading its scarlet petals
Thoughts spinning into quiet mandalas of vines
Dreams diving through the waves like orcas
White lilies growing from the cursive on my diary
Protected by the silver ring of a promise to myself
Silence spreading underneath my folded wings
Leafless trees reminiscing the summer greens
The ghosts of yesterday hold me in their embrace
The iridescence of being loved like a fragile dream
Shared moments melt together into a stream of gold
In the beyond where all our souls come together
LatinThere is light at the back of my head, a globe within a nest of glowing loops of hair. A premonition in the shape of a ghost biting its tail, tin cast by mistake in the shape of quicksilver lost in the mangrove forest of my brain.Latin1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I walk with the will-of-the-wisps through cities covered in flowering moss, past contours of bicycles and reclining giants, carefully avoiding deep puddles while listening to the jackdaws rushing out of the maple trees.
I hold a world inside an egg within my belly, tightly closed flower buds changing colour as they grow. My eyes turn into the blue and blinding white of midday sea. The skies are pierced by spears decorated with crowns.
We have trapped the petal-eared ones in silver cages designed to stand any weather. Some of them are made of orchids, others of seashells and these days they can also be woven out of thin air.
Where dragons die biting their tails and the last unicorn blinks its unseeing crystal eye, rings the sound of the victory horn.
ProgenyShe has been staying at home with her poems again,Progeny1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dreams that burst into a drizzle of soapy water,
Cages made of letters that let memories inside.
The armchair embraces the gravity of her heart,
Daylight slowly seeps in through the curtains,
She hides the rays between turned pages.
Her miniature world lay scattered on the floor.
Dreams were torn apart in the broken nest,
Tears fell on unwritten pages like rain on the rocks.
Until her wings have shed their scales,
Until only signs of human remain,
She waits inside a cocoon made of sadness.
From the colored puddle of her fantasies,
Nameless creatures arise in silence,
Their blue eyes will soon drink the sky.
DreamerA girl once fell asleep on a cloud that sails between the earth and the sky. While she slept sheltered by the silken wings of the clouds, thousands of vines sprouted from her hair and bloomed into fragrant white flowers. A blanket made of the blue sky glittered in hundreds of hues, as she pulled it up to cover her ears.Dreamer1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
While the daughter of the sky was sleeping, swans alighted beside her and albatrosses decorated her hair with strings of pearls. A gentle breeze blew ripples in the iridescent clouds and caressed her hands. Feathers danced in the gusts of her breath in the bright sunlight, while the endless ocean of dreams shifted within her.
Far below, islands of dark green collided into each other and place names wandered homeless in the mist. Compass roses bloomed in the hands of captains that had fallen asleep at the rudder, and thousands of new directions were born. Dragons dove deeper into the whirlpools at the edges of the map.
At night, the animals of the zoo searched for paradi
FateThe sky leaked into the room, carried by doves splitting into triangles cut by the rays of the golden Sun, as I was listening to the sound of the rolling waves in the caves underneath. Climbing roses filled the heavy air of my abode with a light pink scent, while I reminisced the feeling of my hair flowing to my shoulders as I was pirouetting, the strings of the puppeteer tugging at my pale limbs tinted by the hues filtered through the stained glass windows.Fate1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I took the bow and played on the strings on my chest, slow notes that are like brass rivers that run along my spine. My red skirt hid yet unborn worlds in the darkness of its folds, while the mechanical Zodiac wheel turned around the complex built of white stone, waking the nuns at dawn with the rumble of pinions.
Somewhere far beneath, an oak door engraved with images of Hell sealed in a boy with horns. The fire clung to the hearts of candles and the logs in the fireplace, illuminating his pale face that was still unst
ArcticThere was a girl that walked the streets with dragons at her heels.Arctic1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She caught iridescent scales from the sky to make them into necklaces.
Wearing shells on the forehead and bones in her hair, she avoided the living.
Flesh was to her a forbidden world of rubies and of shed blood rushing.
The wooden girl reflected upon the bedroom window never became real.
She was as weightless as the foam that stays in the nooks of the green river.
One day she blew dandelion seeds and felt dizzy as the sky entered her.
She woke up sailing with the Moon within the silver tinted clouds.
The roads twisted beneath her unsteady feet like dying dark snakes.
The spruce branches whispered the way in forgotten tongues.
Shooting stars turned the needle of her compass back North.
She collapsed on the bedrock under the dark vault of the sky.
The world was covered in clouds of ash as saints sinned.
She could feel fires lit in abysses cracking open the earth.
In the mountains lightning struck pre