Over the waves I am drifting away,
dreaming, for night has now captured my day;
trade winds are singing songs, timeless and mild,
much like a mother would hum to her child.
Out in the distance the moon lays her hand,
topping the hills of this fantasy land;
mooring my boat on the island’s smooth shore,
I set my feet on the beach to explore.
Waterfalls glisten at night, and their spray
falls on the rocks and then flows to the bay;
mermaids arrive with their baskets of shells,
murex and cockles, to wash in the swells.
Moonflowers wake with the breaking waves’ sound,
twist through their bowers while blossoms abound;
weaving like love knots, they suddenly grow,
blue as the waves on the coastline below.
Fairies appear and they join in a dance,
under the stars of Orion they prance;
sprinkling their magical dust through the skies
just for the sandman to put in your eyes.
The Merman's Gift
She pressed a colored shell
Against her ear And heard
It whispering: Elizabeth.
Then, before her eyes,
The sky turned liquid green,
And swaying trees withdrew
In blurry forms;
Corals and sand dollars
Became scentless flowers.
Seaweed ribbons drifted
Cloud-like in the breezy
Currents that swirled about
Her lacy pinafore—
By which a merman pulled
Her into the deep.
Against her ear And heard
It whispering: Elizabeth.
Then, before her eyes,
The sky turned liquid green,
And swaying trees withdrew
In blurry forms;
Corals and sand dollars
Became scentless flowers.
Seaweed ribbons drifted
Cloud-like in the breezy
Currents that swirled about
Her lacy pinafore—
By which a merman pulled
Her into the deep.
The Naughty Step
The afternoon was wearing on
and Josh began to brood;
his parents learned not to engage
when he was in that mood.
He threw a truck and kicked some blocks.
When no one said a word,
dejected, then he turned around,
as mother overheard
his muttering and scolding, while
he pointed to the stair--
then promptly plopped himself right down,
concluding, with a glare.
So, when his self-appointed time
had quickly come to close;
he spoke some other garbled sounds,
and from the step arose.
and Josh began to brood;
his parents learned not to engage
when he was in that mood.
He threw a truck and kicked some blocks.
When no one said a word,
dejected, then he turned around,
as mother overheard
his muttering and scolding, while
he pointed to the stair--
then promptly plopped himself right down,
concluding, with a glare.
So, when his self-appointed time
had quickly come to close;
he spoke some other garbled sounds,
and from the step arose.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Karen Kelsay
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Abbie, Across the Sea
Across the sea! Across the sea!
An English garden grows,
With violets and daffodils,
'round little Abbie-rose.
In coldest winter we arrive,
The bleakest time of year.
Each tiny bud is fast asleep,
But not our Abbie dear.
She's bright and happy, and her face
Is blooming, full of smiles.
She grows up sweeter every year--
She’s worth the countless miles.
Across the sea! Across the sea!
December clouds above;
We're off to greet our Abbie-rose,
That little girl we love.
An English garden grows,
With violets and daffodils,
'round little Abbie-rose.
In coldest winter we arrive,
The bleakest time of year.
Each tiny bud is fast asleep,
But not our Abbie dear.
She's bright and happy, and her face
Is blooming, full of smiles.
She grows up sweeter every year--
She’s worth the countless miles.
Across the sea! Across the sea!
December clouds above;
We're off to greet our Abbie-rose,
That little girl we love.
Mother's Prayer
You rocked me when I was a babe
And kept me from all harm;
Now, may our Father cradle you
In His protective arm.
How often you have held my hand
And taught me what was right--
May Father take you on His path,
Toward eternal light.
And mother, as your soothing voice
Would help my heart to mend--
May Father comfort you each day
And bless you to all end.
And kept me from all harm;
Now, may our Father cradle you
In His protective arm.
How often you have held my hand
And taught me what was right--
May Father take you on His path,
Toward eternal light.
And mother, as your soothing voice
Would help my heart to mend--
May Father comfort you each day
And bless you to all end.
