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A Prosey Lovey Posy

Late this afternoon/we walked to the market/A brooding grey cloud covered sky/had been wind-swept into a brilliant blue/golden sun day/Children’s kites looped and played/streaming this way then that/until one floated down/its tail brushing softly against your cheek. Ellespeth

The Shopping Dragon.

Originally posted on SCHOOME:
He was well know in his local area but in other lands no one had heard of the Shopping Dragon. He wasn’t the kind of dragon who went around breathing fire all the time, he was conscious of saving the planet and besides, he was getting on in years. Dragons rarely…

Still Missing – A Poem

Still Missing It might be two weeks or a day – if I wanted it to it could be a minute or a second – because I determine the line between missing and gone and that is why you are missing until found. That’s the horrible thing about hope the not being magical thing and […]

For the Little People: Hyatt Hall

Submitted by Myas. She’d been playing in the yard. It was the same size as everyone else’s on the block. Her Uncle and Grandfather had built a brick barbecue grill at the end of a walkway, already there when they’d bought the house, which made a path from the large patio into the grass. There […]


Submitted by Ghost in Me. The waterfall danced in the background as Freedom and Me played in the sand, creating their mountain.  They had been constructing for days.  It had become so tall that they had built rough scaffolding to reach the height of their creation, moving it higher and higher into the sky. Chick a dee […]

At The Yacht Club (A Poem)

At The Yacht Club Stuff lingers. The smell of pistachio nuts mingled with bourbon. A trace of salty Gulf mist wets my cheek when I remember you. Ellespeth

Now (etheree)

Now Kiss me I want you Touch me gently Touch me tenderly Touch me insistently My skin is electrified Closer, deeper look in my eyes Your love washes over me like waves We have reached that ultimate pinnacle


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