If you have time, scroll down and trick-or-treat on Friendly Fairy Tales Halloween posts.
Have a fun and safe Halloween!
Monthly Archives: October 2014
gravedigger house…sighisoara castle
Paul has found the ideal place to trick-or-treat! A Gravedigger’s house! Who would be brave enough to ring the bell there?! Be spooky and be safe! Brenda
Wordless Wednesday – Haunted
Here is another place to trick-or-treat this Scary Halloween!! Wooo-ooo-oo! I hope you enjoy Morgan’s eye for the Haunting! Be spooky and be safe! Warmly, Brenda
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All Original Artwork found at Deviantart.com. Credit is Acknowledged to the Amazing Original Artists.
Halloween Ballet
Autumn fairy ballet:
Ballerinas dip and spin,
Wings extend lightly and
Long costumes twirl.
A feast for the eyes:
Fall glows in shades of
Butternut squash and pumpkin,
With touches of berry and apple.
The wind lifts the dancers
Into allegro cabrioles, then
Holds another in a graceful arabesque.
The Fae Corps de Ballet
Performs every day.
Happy Halloween! Be spooky and be safe!
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Happy Halloween!
A fright, A scream
Things unseen,
A scary dream,
Happy Halloween!
Halloween is tomorrow, be safe! Be spooky!
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Besties
Best friends:
Together is magic.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Pinking
Bluing makes fabrics bright white,
Pinking makes thinking right:
See a woman in a positive light,
For herself, not as a pretty sight.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: This is for Michelle Marie, a single mom, hardworking, talented and full of joyful potential.
Ogden Nashery
Itty bitty, not very pretty,
(Unless to his mama)
Stone silent, not very witty,
But the high hop creates drama;
From the woods not the city
(At least not Yokohama)
Inspires this little ditty
From one who likes to yammah.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: Despite my usual inclination that a poet should never explain, for those not from New England, the “yammah” is a Bostonian pronunciation of yammer. My photograph is of a Pinetree Spurthroated Grasshopper (Melanoplus punctulatus), a rare sighting. Not only had I never seen a grasshopper like him before, my research indicated he’s rare in general. My poem is an ode to Ogden Nash, a particular favorite author of my children and I. Here is one of his poems, which I hope offering here, would not have displeased him:
The Ant
The ant has made himself illustrious
Through constant industry industrious.
So what?
Would you be calm and placid,
If you were full of formic acid?
— Ogden Nash
Bare Branches Bloom
Bare branches are stripped
By wind and rain,
Saffron leaves
Reveal:
Bloom.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: The syllable of this poem dwindle, just as the leaves fall.
Gossamer Milkweed Etheree
Pods
Look like
Green gators,
Snapping at air,
Hungry mouths open,
Toothy grin spilling silk:
Brownies harvest, spin and weave
Gossamer Fairy Court dresses.
Milkweed’s a Monarch butterfly house:
Holds eggs and feeds baby caterpillars.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: This poem is an etheree, a form that starts with one syllable on the first line and increases to 10, one syllable per line.
Autumn Ouch!
Brrr, when the wind blows,
Burrs in the dog’s paws,
Burrs on the backside.
Little stingers clinging,
Beware of sitting
After a woodland tromp.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Tree Bling
When the trees bling
And the colors zing,
Joy is on an upswing.
My heart begins to sing,
My spirit takes wing,
Dancing a highland fling
As if I’m in a fairy ring.
Note: This weekend is Columbus Day Weekend here in New England. We harvest apples, press cider and hike in the woods. The holiday is controversial. In 1492, Columbus sailed the blue. Some claim he “discovered” America, but others argue he came rather late to the party. Asians had crossed the land bridge thousands of years before 1492, and millions already lived in the Americas. Viking and Chinese explorers had already beaten him to the Americas by sea as well. That’s water under the bridge now, and my family has been settled here for hundreds of years. When the leaves change, I am extra-thankful to be here, as magic reveals the luminous color underlying the green. The riverside becomes a place of otherworldly beauty. Whether or not you celebrate Columbus Day as a day of discovery, I hope you discover magic in the world today. It’s there every day, whether or not we recognize it.
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