Morning Rain

Random patter muffled overhead
the ping on metal with no rhythm
but also no wind today
just rain

A reminder that planting isn't finished
and seeds left in the sack
with the mud now in charge
and rain

All this means is outside work
is delayed for another day
right now we can't cut weeds
in rain

With no sun but these clouds
on morning's breath today
later time to maybe walk
the rain

This morning I awoke to the dread of rain in the middle of planting season. I should have gotten more done, but... time.

As a note, the phrase "walk the rain" was given to me in a dream and I have something not yet shared but it fits here as well.

Linked at Poets and Storytellers United: Writers’ Pantry #20: A Name by Any Other Name Can Be… Confusing

Between Fire and Moon

"May I weep, now?" she asked
as she stood before the fire
among the maple trees.
The pools of wetness spilled from her eyes
down her cheeks
evaporating in the night heat.

She looked at me
I wondered why she still stood there.
The shadows of forgotten dreams
lined her face.
Her eyes still young
with her stare back to the fire
the flames danced in her deep
brown reflections of her eyes.

I could not speak
my tongue silenced
it wouldn't matter anyway
her mind was made up.
No words of goodbye
as she pulled the hood over her head
reaching down for her scythe.

As she stepped toward the flame
she paused to look to her hands.
Smoke replaced her form
to drift in the breeze
and dance in the moon-glow
until a whisper flit then gone.

A dream that I need to work through. Sometimes these words arrive in the dream mists between slumber and awareness.

Addendum: The woman is not anyone I know or have known. The impression I have is there is a deep regret that I don't understand (yet).

Or... I could be all wrong.

Linked to Poets and Storytellers United: Writers' Pantry #19: Birthing Hope

The Cook and the Court Jester (Final)

Our cook, after rescuing her love from the king, killed the captain of a ship and took command of the vessel and systematically destroyed the king's naval forces. After destroying the admiral's ship, her own is crippled in the bay.
The Cook and the Court Jester (Part One)
The Cook and the Court Jester (Part Two)
The Cook and the Court Jester (Part Three)

With the waves through the debris
the crew of the ship could see
the beckoning depths of the dead.

The cook and now the crew
with despair their only view
as sea turned to the color red.

Water they were taking on
with the pumps now gone
their ship was starting to sink.

They were going down fast
it leaned port with cracked mast
they had no time to even think.

The cook now with no hope
she did not long to cope
with her lost partner of jest.

She asked the sea now down
to the depths and to drown
because she thought it was best.

But a hand reached her then
the sea it would not win
the life of the intrepid cook.

She passed out at the sight
who brought her up from the night
but maybe she just mistook.

Now they rest on the beach
that the king could not reach
together again until now.

They live on in their dream
or so it would seem
the mystical world somehow.

The cook and the jester
could never do better
to rest, laugh and to sing.

In this world by the bay
they could live everyday
no longer pursued by the king.

This series was loosely inspired by The Court Jester, a mid 50's film staring Danny Kaye who portrayed a bumbling character who takes the identity of a court jester meant to assassinate the usurper king. This comedy/musical had a much happier ending.



Linked at Poets and Storytellers United: Writer's Pantry #18: Indulgences