Faerie Pantomime

This week’s Wednesday Challenge on Weekly Prompts is, Badly CroppedPlease go and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here . Below is my abstract response to the prompt… Where I ‘Imagine’ the world has been “Badly Cropped” in recent times..


Faerie Pantomime

Mid morning and here comes the sun

The Wala* goddess smiles on everyone

Enriching the bloody goodness in our veins

And saturating our skin when the sky rains



Is your blood the same colour as mine?

Does your skin drip-dry under the same sunshine?

Are your dreams moonbeam snippets of time?

Do you imagine the world to be a faerie’s pantomime?

And we the audience, laughing at their mystical rhymes

Together dancing and ringing the city’s peace chimes





*Wala: Aboriginal mythical solar goddess.


Ivor Steven (c) October 2020

My Fiery Faerie and Her Dragonfly

Did you see my fiery faerie in the sky

Hitching a ride upon her giant dragonfly

Half a mile above cloud nine

She was there! Clutching todays sunshine

And burning towards never-neverland

Shying away from the captains crooked hand

Desperately looking for Peter Pan’s lost boys

And their purple suitcase full of magical toys



Below on the water she hears muffled cries and a loud “tick-tock”

“Beware!” Tinkerbell declares “That’s the Crocodile’s clock”

Fearlessly my faerie swoops and snatches the boys off the pirate-ship deck

And the boys yell “We’re saved from the jaws of those roughnecks”





Ivor Steven (c) October 2020

Promote Yourself Monday, October 12, 2020

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The Oven Sky

Here’s a poem I wrote during our southern hemisphere’s Autumn of 2019. I rediscovered this piece while searching my files for suitable nature-like poems to place in my ‘Chapter about Nature’ of my current manuscript.


The Oven Sky

The summer flowers have faded and gone

Wilting leaves, look like the devils blight

My Calendar declares Autumn is here

But it’s still summer in the city

Remaining hot and dusty, here on my plot

All the dogs are panting, searching for a cool block

Singed birds have refused to fly in the oven sky

Today’s furnace, is the night’s unwanted heater

Dry rot is crumbling, under the burning sun

Fat rain drops have forgotten their landing spots

And the drought smiles at us with disdain

As we gasp and wait for the cool change tonight




Ivor Steven (c) October 2020

Not Here nor There

From here in Australia, I’ve been reading the stories about Mr Trump and his having contracted the ‘Covid’ virus this week, and his subsequent “miraculous/cure” recovery…. which seemed to remind me of this poem I wrote back in October 2017


Not Here nor There

My time is slowly passing.

Age is creeping, not lasting.

I’m frail and growing older.

My body shivers when it’s colder.

And sweats like hell, in the heat.

My mind is feeble and weak.

I don’t seem to remember.

Whether it’s March, April, or September.

Here I sit, what am I doing.

There I look, where am I going.

There I ask, what’s for tea dear.

Oh, I forgot, she’s not here.

Well best I retire to bed.

Wrest this weary head.

Under a linen sheet, like a white hood.

And lie here, on this piece of driftwood.




Ivor Steven (c) October 2017

Is There Love Behind Steamed-up Glasses Of Dread

This week’s Wednesday Challenge on Weekly Prompts is; STEAMED LENSES. Please go over and check out their fabulous site by clicking  >> Here .  The below poem is my response to the prompt…

 

Is There Love Behind Steamed-up Glasses Of Dread

 

Life is indeed a tangle web

Behind steamed-up glasses of dread

But finding an end to the masks loose threads

Eventually unbinds previous words misread

 

We are bruised and torn

We are the drowned unicorns

Hatred is trampling our weary souls

Love and healing should be our goals

 

Love is every season, and the ones in between

Love is every moonbeam, and the ones in between

Love is every sunrise, and the ones in between

Love is an afternoon sea-breeze, and the cool evenings in between

I know these visions to be a true call

Because I’ve looked into the wizard’s crystal-ball

 

Ivor Steven (c)  October 2020

Is There Love Behind Steamed-up Glasses Of Dread

This week’s Wednesday Challenge on Weekly Prompts is; STEAMED LENSES. Please go over and check out their fabulous site by clicking on this link >> https://weeklyprompts.com/2020/10/07/wednesday-challenge-steamed-lenses/ . The below poem is my response to the prompt…


Is There Love Behind Steamed-up Glasses Of Dread

Life is indeed a tangle web

Behind steamed-up glasses of dread

But finding an end to the masks loose threads

Eventually unbinds previous words misread



We are bruised and torn

We are the drowned unicorns

Hatred is trampling our weary souls

Love and healing should be our goals



Love is every season, and the ones in between

Love is every moonbeam, and the ones in between

Love is every sunrise, and the ones in between

Love is an afternoon sea-breeze, and the cool evenings in between

I know these visions to be a true call

Because I’ve looked into the wizard’s crystal-ball


Tower to Heaven



Today I am presenting one of my poems from the “Fae Dreams” Anthology, being released by Fae Corps Publishing, on 31st October. The poem is a piece I wrote 2 years ago, and I’m ecstatic to have “Tower to Heaven” published in this fabulous Anthology. Here’s the pre-order link for the “Fae Dreams” Anthology. >

www.books2read.com/FaeDreams


Tower to Heaven


I remember the day

Like it was yesterday

A cold morning in the paddock

I, a shadow in the flock

Standing beside a giant pylon

I looked up to heaven

Straight up the tower

The tower of power

Crosses of galvanized iron

Shimmering under the winter sun

Wind whistling through its huge steel web

Howling sounds Hades walking dead

And demons screaming in my head

My spirit begun climbing the spire

Clambering higher and higher

Up the pyramid of life’s wires

Desperate, I grasp at my ultimate desire

A visionary mission before I die

To embrace a piece of my angels’ sky




Ivor Steven (c) October 2020

Here it is Springtime

“Ladies and gentlemen!”

It’s that time again to get out your colored pencils, markers, gel pens and crayons! Another “Coloring With B Challenge” has now arrived and we’re doing it “Halloween Style”! With the fall season here, I was totally inspired by all the colors of nature when I created this page. I wanted to give you a chance to really get into the autumn spirit and have fun, so I present to you my brand new adult coloring page designed specifically with fall in mind. I call it… “Color Me Fall”.” Please go over visit Brandi’s coloring-in drawing via this link >> https://couchtalksblog.wordpress.com/2020/10/01/%f0%9f%8e%83-%f0%9f%8d%81-the-coloring-with-b-challenge-halloween-style-%f0%9f%8e%83%f0%9f%8d%82/


Here it is Springtime

I live in a land down-under

Where eucalyptus leaves survive seasonal wonders

And the trees stay green all year round

Where only sunburnt leaves hit the ground

And during the spring, bees and flowers abound

Where ladybug kisses and dragonfly wings are nature’s sounds




Ivor Steven (c) October 2020