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Exit…

A magical, beautiful short story by the fabulous Gigi!

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Galaxy, Starry Sky, Trees, Away

She grew up, playing in the forest.  She knew all the animals, and often slept surrounded by rabbits, squirrels, and birds.  The forest was beautiful during the sunny days of spring and summer.  Cooler during blustery fall.  When cold winter stopped by, she curled up in tree trunks and pressed against larger animals to stay warm, sleeping on and off, until the days grew longer and warmer.  She trilled with birds and nukked, nukked to stags.  She was happy.  The stream was cold and clean, the berries abundant.  She ate what the animals did, only getting sick, every now and then.

She danced and climbed trees, until she grew much older and stayed longer on the ground, until she rarely slept in the branches, any longer.  She tended the wounded, and buried the dead.  She was one with nature.  She never saw another animal who looked the way she did. …

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The true story of Medusa…a poem

get out Perseus
I’ve said no
a thousand times
I want to be alone
you call me Monster
but it’s you who are the monster
forcing women against their will
keeping them in cages
using them
abusing them
denying them
you call me Gorgon
I wear the name proudly
you fear my power
my strength
I’m not here for you
leave
or I will kill you
the snakes hissed
and slithered
reaching for him
their eyes red with rage
you dare speak to me that way
he shouted
his hands balled into fists
and with one swift motion
his head hit the floor
I speak anyway I wish
said Medusa softly
this is my home
then she grabbed his ankle
and dragged his still body to the sea

 

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Beautiful Friend

 

I could —

But there is Death to remember,

Jim’s beautiful friend,

there is the pain to remember

the pretty red thoughts of steel on skin

and the stinging bite as you slide flesh under blade

~

I could —

But there is a time for everything

and maybe my bones need not be ground to dust just yet

or maybe there is time left to dream

~

I am a butterfly in chains,

black booted, bereaved, all in sinner’s black

~

There is a time and place for everything

oh why is it so damn difficult

this business of love and Death

and oh what a mess

~Melanie Thomason

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Easter

Image result for jelly beans

 

chocolate bunny

sits atop a basket of brightly hued plastic grass

surrounded by a sprinkling of jelly beans

and colorfully dyed hard boiled eggs

an Easter basket

 

*though for me its all about the chocolate!

 

~Melanie Thomason

reblog for Easter, originally posted 3/28/2018

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Easter Bunny~ haiku

 

Image result for chocolate easter bunny

oh, you do not hop

your ears, they do not listen

poor Easter bunny

your nose does not twitch

sadly you are not fuzzy

poor Easter bunny

 

Image result for chocolate bunny bite out of ear

yummy chocolate

ears will be the first to go

poor Easter bunny!

 

~Melanie Thomason

silliness originally written 3/28/2018,

thought it would be an appropriate reblog!

 

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Fabulous art from Gigi that has a lot to say!

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playing at writing

casually

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p

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g

adverbs

from unrepentant keys

maiming

unsuspecting readers

narrowly

missing the point

plump, wet drops of obsidian

scrawled lackadaisically

… flinging adjectives

castrating connoisseurs

with color

murky

yet,

each silvery word

impregnated

with meaning

~Melanie Thomason

 

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The Reader

His voice

is the night

my eyes dilate

as if under the influence

of too much wine

His voice

is the night

weaving moonbeams

into words

that flicker

and illuminate the dark

that otherwise

would surely consume

the last star, leaving no dust

His voice

is the night

his words

wash over me

like whiskey in my blood

making me limber and free

and I dance

with a grace

I do not posses

~Melanie Thomason

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