Medieval marginalia is tender proof of the urge to doodle,
of the early cartoonists and comic book artists dreaming
and imagining sci-fi-fantasy creatures and such:
A golden-legged beast of three heads perched upon
three long necks, scales and bumps down its octopus
tentacle tail, blue as the deep. A unicorn horn of green
points at the throats as their dog faces grimace, whine
or laugh. The green horn of the unfortunate offspring of
a wormish thing and a hooved monkey? As it stands aloft
its mountain peaks it salutes or threatens its foe-friend.
Which kingdom will preside, how will they amend?
basking in sunlight
needs love between naps
glaring or soft,
look up to ask
Oh Gods of Earth and Sky, hear our prayer,
grant us wisdom to tend to that which has been
bestowed upon us, let us be wise stewards,
give us strength and courage to be so.
As the sun looms ever hotter
and the weathers are raging or dull;
now that the water in the land is
poisoned and we drink it so;
And the land is barren of nutrients,
because, and despite, of its multitudinous crops,
and we must give it and ourselves vitamins,
it is mete to take care and caution,
to not use our water flows as garbage drains,
to stop the cycling and circulation of plastics-
of bags, packages, containers and such.
Let wrappers not fall discarded from our hands
to the Earth, even paved Earth. Leave not our cars
to idle while waiting in them. Such is foul to the air.
Let us compost our soil rich again.
Likewise, demand that solar and wind powers
be harnessed post haste, and that these many cars
and machines of dirty, greedy oil
be converted to their truth.
It is best to buy wisely those fibers and materials
that are natural to the Earth. Our very clothing
both comes from Earth and poisons Earth. As does our food.
Thus it is, that we need Earth, and she needs us, too.
Let us grow shade and plush fields,
let us cherish our soil more than gold.
May our water sparkle brighter than rubies,
emeralds, even diamonds, and not be bought or sold,
but treasured and purified, revered.
May our Earth be restored to balance
through our blessed efforts.
May our efforts live in harmony with our Earth.
I search your face for a smile,
you search mine
we each deliver
the gleam, the bridge
across space and
I see mothers
cherishing their babies
babies cherishing their
new world, eyes wide
sweet as a plum.
I cherish the leaves
that cherish the sun
priming to fall
and melt my heart again.
The white fire lightning
flashes and burns to charcoal
The grandmother tree
The grandmother tree
writes with her charred branches on
sheets of fallen leaves
The drawings on leaves
are found and ideas abound
for a hairless beast.
Once ago, the townswomen of Essux
enterdined a herd of blesbucks.
But the souwers turned red
and so they all fled.
And the townswomen threw their kaneffs up.
The flat punctuations of sirens
race by, gone as soon as they have
roused my consciousness.
a dog’s whine reaches up from
the sidewalk, part howl, part
sorrow, I furrow my brow.
voices like waspy parcels
sound in harmonies though
incoherent to me.
I search my heart for
the breeze that sounds
the chimes, for the dim
drops of starlight, for
the moon’s waning half.
May they sing me to sleep.