Music Box Ballet

A dress of pink and petticoats,On a girl with powdered skin,She’s crowned with hair of gold,Spins round and round again. Twinkling sounds of music,Inscriptions, ribbons, and pearls,Inscribed with words of memories,That remind me of my girls. So, who’s this little girl spinning?This precious part of my life,Mirror images from over the years,My granddaughters, daughters, andContinue reading “Music Box Ballet”

Escape

I lay upon my belly,An avoidance of being seen,I view some distant movement,Through skies of milky green. I crawl a crawl of fear,Watching for the shadow wraith,Sailing predator flying above,A swooping judge of fate. Slithering through the ochre dirt,To my hole to find safe shelterWithout a loricate shield,I bathe in heating swelter.