Thomas & Wisp are characters from my current novel work. Thomas is a boy who has ran away from home and Wisp is a bite sized fairy with big opinions and a whole lot of attitude. These are off-shoot stories I write for fun. I hope you enjoy some otherwise unlikely interactions between, Thomas & Wisp.
Emerald stars wane Engulfed in crimson beauty The moon red as ruby Casting onto the sky Small figures in the shadows run to tall grass Hide with hands clasped Praying for safe passage Tonight is the night The end of all opulence The sky is swallowing the sea To quench […]
Eyes no longer meet Leave this place — nothing left for You and I, my love ©️ The Sad Owl
Whistle in the wind screaming Smoke in the sundown gleaming Through Right through the soul of the heart Fox hole burrow Hidden sorrow Riding to nowhere, a hole at the start Of endless worry Of no tomorrow That day with you was the best A train ride home to rest […]
It’s the way you hide In the fire of a wood burning stove All your passion’s laughter Fall inside an ember Trying to make a memory With no recourse or action Failing to remember, no recollection after What it’s like to be alone The sound of church bells ringing And […]
Have you ever seen a cartoon? A red headlamp under the moon? The small orange at the end of a cigarette? Like the smokey cloud of text defining a thought that spells regret Flowing aptly in the quiet of cricket chirps by a lake Imagination in place of the memories […]
My heart fell deeply Into an abyssal drop Kettle with an abysmal top Boils over With no one left to hold the warmness of all I am up Hold my hands together, to pray and just for what Cold inside my chest, I rub vigorously at a hollow cage Warm […]
In amity, to hold on with longanimity Light pink turns red A clear tear can appear blue A bright fire can turn to sapphire Cold and without feeling Stay with me, I can’t believe the past becomes reality While I remain presently in disbelief A heavy sigh with no retake […]
Before the clouds grow black They are gray Before the sun shines, to bask in the moon With starry eyes and heavy lids Dreams of what no longer is Throbbing in my shoulder Locking of my knee Weakness in my wrist All the injuries of my youth I can feel […]
To convince you that I’m not a ghost or stranger Wind in the air or a mist on the range or Rainbows just after and a sun blaze with anger Red in the face with passion It is not the things I care not for, those will pass The things […]
