My Frillies

my frilly fushias
twirl in the summers breeze
dressed in colourful tutu's

Earth Day, Have a Heart

There Be Beauty

She came to town as she had every Wednesday for the past 56 years, to do the usual shopping for weekly provisions. Now living alone she made one trip do as her age was taking a toll on her travelling in from the country. She refused to move to town from the family farmstead she had shared with her sister.

The necessities were bought and paid for and while making her way along Main Street she paused to look in the window of the treasure shop. It was filled with stained dresses, straw hats, washboards and of course a treadle Singer sewing machine which had seen better days. Her eyes gazed at the once loved items now on display. Such a shame to see them end their lives this way she thought.

Something caught her eye in the corner. Pressing her face to the glass, she cupped her hands around her eyes and peered in. An “oh my” escaped her mouth and she hurriedly stepped into the store.

“I’ll take that one!” she shouted to the clerk.

Woken from her latest Romance novel, the clerk followed the old lady’s fingers over to the dusty window sill. She can’t be serious she thought looking at “that one”. But a sale was a sale after all and this treasure trap needed it.

While the clerk wrapped that one, she paused and glanced around the shop, and saw a movement behind the rusty Coke rack. A wee white paw seemed to be waving at her. She walked over, unsure if it was her eyes or maybe a breeze from the overhead fan causing it to move. All she knew was that she had to know.

There it hung, on a dusty rack. Stuck, as if the clerk had to find a place for it and this made do. She brushed aside a parasol and stood with tears welling in her eyes. The poor thing was suspended with arms and legs twisted. One eye askew, fur falling out but there was that same wee sewn on smile.

She gently removed it from the rack, blew the dust away and walked to the checkout clutching it dearly. Thoughts of her twin sister long departed and their precious stuffed bears flooded through her mind.

Nodding to the clerk, she said “I’ll take this one as well. They can not be separated ever! They need each other more then you know.”

“But why do you want this one too? It’s ugly, worn and tattered, like the other one and doesn’t look at all like a teddy bear! “

She smiled, reminiscing of those happy days long ago, and replied,

“Ahh young lady but don’t you realize, can’t you see? There is beauty in the eye of this bear holder”.

This was a submission for The Inferno's "Beauty In The Eye of The Beholder". I do enjoy a good pun :)

Happy Feet

Me toes are itching,
soles are warm and flexing
they are happy once again.

I leave before lights flick on,
stepping out, inhaling
glancing about while toes twitch.

Into the dark morning I toddle
secure in comfey new shoes
just me and happy feet.

Commuter bus zooms by at 5:40,
sleepy silhouettes settle in
oblivious to me and happy feet.

Green mustang convertible speeds along
late no doubt, this time with top up
keeping warm like happy feet.

Robins gleefully warble good mornings
waking from a restful sleep
as did me happy feet.

I has Happy feet,
Happy too be walking once again.

The Sweet Oblivion

Rybellah woke trembling from another night of whisperings from Mother Earth. Her pleading to humans fell on deaf ears. Why do you treat me this way? Have I not given you sunlight to warm yourselves, to cook your food? Clear, clean water to quench your thirst? Seeds and fertile earth to provide you substance? Trees to shelter you? Why do you poison me so humans? Why ?!?

She was a determined ole soul and even more determined to help humans realize the path they’ve chosen will lead to their demise. We need them, thought Rybellah. Without humans we will no longer be. We need them as much as they need us.

Her clan listened to her plan but their warnings fell on deaf ears. And so off she set on the longest journey Rybellah would ever experience. Her faerie tail disintegrated leaving bits and pieces along the trail, so she may find her way home. Lonesome sparkles separated from their being.

Entering the land of humans, Rybellah’s breathing soon came in gasps, the stench of waste smothering her. Her footsteps laboured but she trudged on knowing she must find a dreamer, if only there is one human who believed. We will be saved. It can’t be that difficult after all.

Rybellah searched the continents, flying over the frigid Arctic, tip toeing over desert sand dunes, searching noisy, hustling city streets, skipping thru Amazonian forests. There were none. Where are the believers who kept this earth alive?

She weakened with every step, with every flight. Without belief she would perish and knew she needed to return home. Home, to family, to loved ones, to life. Her strength waning, she found refuge under an ole Oak tree. Perhaps sleep would help her out of this nightmare.

Dreybgh, her father, appeared at his sleeping child’s side. “Daughter, do you not realize, humans have lost belief, the dream. They consider themselves above us, no longer needing our magic. Have you not seen this? Suffered thru their self destruction enough?”

Opening her eyes Rybellah whispered, “Father, take me home, I am tired, worn and beaten. They have forgotten the magic, are too busy to think of us while they destroy life. This journey was more then I imagined as I found no one who believed.”

“Come my child, my dear Rybellah, return home with me. Our world, as is the humans’ world is doomed. There are no dreams left to be dreamt and nothing to keep us alive. We will pass into time as we have lived, into sweet oblivion.”

Dear reader do you believe in the magic which surrounds us? Once we forget we become the forgotten...

My submission in The Inferno's "Into Oblivion" challenge. As a side note, the picture is a combination of watercolour background meant to show a polluted sky, while the eye and tears represent Mother Earth crying unless humans for lack of a better phrase, SMARTEN UP !