Rynere woke up to Danid's voice -which more than slightly angry.

“What happened to her, Tass?”

“She fainted.”

“I know that. Why? What were you doing?”

“I was talking to her.”

“Tass,” Danid said warningly.

“What?”

“What were you saying?”

“I was just telling her about what I was doing with the person I was meeting.”

Rynere opened her eyes. She was lying at the edge of a small clearing. Tass was leaning against a nearby tree, grinning. Danid was next to him, glaring at him, and Karoy was nowhere in sight.

Glimmering chandeliers cast light around the open room,

While the shiny wooden floors were polished perfectly smooth, and soon,

The musically inclined enter with a flurry of skirts and shoes,

Their instruments, into the dance hall they were moved.

Hear the voices rise and fall as excitement fills the night air,

The anticipation, twas almost too much to bear.

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Gone are secrets, sorrow, and  shyness,

Tall, imposing oak trees the colors of fall parted to form a bay off of the gently flowing river. It was hidden unless you looked for the low branches that one would have to duck under, even in a canoe, to get to this little hide away.

Dark orange, vivid yellow, and turning greens were the colors of the alcove. It was the picture perfect autumn scene. God’s handiwork was written all over this special place, the way every color fit together was better then any interior decorator could try to match.

 Sometimes the most extraordinary things happen on the most ordinary days. Take last Thursday for example. I was home alone, and bored. My mother had gone on a errand of some sort, and taken my younger siblings with her. I was told to start making supper. I was about to enter the kitchen when I heard an odd knocking sound.

"tap tap tap tap"

This childlike desire to run on my own,

Has dragged me down to a world without warmth.

Can’t walk on my own as well as I thought I could…

“Hello, hello, hello in there. I see the pain that you have inside.”

“Would you like a pill…to make you better?”

This childlike desire to run on my own,

Has dragged me down to a world so cold.

Can’t walk on my own as well as I though I could…

I lean on a brittle cane.

Unsteady,

Deformed.

Knight in home-dwelling, outpost by dark-swelling, fanfares and whispers…

Bears silvered horn, brass bugle grapples belt, heralds and wares…

Head lifted o’er battlements, hidden ‘neath darkened hood, fearless and wary….

Dedicated to Old Fashioned Girl. Merry Christmas :)

~*~ 

The room stirred and Ally stared at the back of the hall along with everyone else. One of her friends whispered in her ear but she didn’t know what was said. There he was, at the door. Slowly, he looked around at the gathering. It was as if he met the eye of every single person. Ally certainly felt like she had connected, if only for the barest second, with him and that he had seen every part of her self.

Orange six a.m.
against which the black
outline of a townhouse
is slatted
and branches like an upright willow broom
are sweeping into the bloom of blue
and the yellow window of a second-story room
tells me someone else is awake and is
so friendly
that I must turn away
back into my dark little studio
and pretend I am not touched.

Out from the woods

I came upon a field

an abandoned grove

of pines

I lose myself in this

spicy Holy of Holies

and think about

the neglect of design

Like children

not cut for a plan

these have grown

beyond their planter's purpose

and have outstripped

a mere season's use

If we were given this chance also

our potential would not

be containable