Monday morning sun


Photography by Eugenio Recuenco

Sunrise
By Annette Marie Hyder

I want to put the sun in the sky for you, he said
I want to light up your world.
But she already had her hands full of sunshine as it was
and just wanted him
to help her hold it
as she hoisted the sun into the sky.

She wanted to turn the world on together.
Or at least take turns lighting it for each other.

Happy Monday!


10/02/13 Edited to add that this piece was picked up and published by Ravenous Butterflies on their Facebook page. I love Ravenous Butterflies! Check it out here.

In the Treetops

By Annette Marie Hyder
(Sunday afternoon, Stillwater, MN)

The sunshine is like a troop of monkeys
leaping from branch to branch
and tree to tree
and I don’t even like monkeys but I can see
the pyrotechnic beauty
as they scorch the tips and tops
leave a trail of crackling brilliance
set fire to every leaf.

Friday in his fancy dress


Photography by Shinji Watanabe

Friday’s Wearing a Top Hat
By Annette Marie Hyder

And I don’t even care that it is accessorized
with a black crow.
I like the gloss of that bird’s feathers.
I like the tilt of his toes.
Some view crows as bad luck
but me, I see that plucky fellow
and I know that he means to be an omen
of being fearless and audacious while simultaneously
watching over me. Come on Friday, let’s go!

Happy Friday!

Electricity


Photography by Jas Hyder

Bird On a Wire
By Annette Marie Hyder

Telephone poles and power lines stretch
as far as the eye can see in this place in the city.
It reminds me of the electricity behind your utterances
and the way that your eyes and lips
are live conduits between the words themselves
and their meanings.
Me, I could perch on any one of your telephone lines
like a bird
and never want to come down.

Happy Banned Books Week 2013!

It’s not too late to celebrate Banned Books Week, 2013. Banned Books Week is Sept. 22 – 28. It’s a time when the nation celebrates the
freedom to read and the American Library Association (ALA) brings
attention to the censorship of books in schools and libraries. Some of my favorite books have been subjected to censorship and banning attempts (protests at being included in public schools and libraries with attempts at banning them from such).

Here are just a few of the forbidden books, “Just in case you needed a short reading list.” — The Sexy Librarian


Image courtesy of The Sexy Librarian

And here is a link to Pogo’s Alice just because I love it and Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland is the last book on the poster above:

YouTube Video

And I leave you with a favorite poem of mine from a favorite poet:

To The Reader
by Denise Levertov

As you read, a white bear leisurely
pees, dying the snow
saffron,

and as you read, many gods
lie among lianas: eyes of obsidian
are watching the generations of leaves,

and as you read
the sea is turning its dark pages,
turning
its dark pages.

Links of interest:
ALA.org: Frequently Challenged Books with links to the ALA’s Office for Intellectual Freedom (OIF), Extended List of Books Banned or Challenged, and more.
bannedbooksweek.org
5 Reasons You Should Read Banned Books by Kelly Conrad

She plays the part of wicked queen

By Annette Marie Hyder

(from the Night Fairytales series)

asking you to bring her own heart to her
like Snow White’s step-mother grim
against herself.

You take the huntsman’s role and you begin
by saying, “I have it right here
it beats like a bird
in its tree made into box,”

and looking in for her wild heart
she sees your own within.

large and firm

By Annette Marie Hyder

those water lilies glisten —
they just shake with beckoning
on the puckered surface of the lake
what’s a poor frog to do?
he leaps
again and again
looking for the perfect pad(s)
but always finding some small blemish
or fly in the ointment of paradise
to launch him en baisse
to the next ones to sway his way

Sunday Things: Happy first day of fall!


Photography, The Wall, by Annette Marie Hyder

Advice the Autumn Crone Gave Me On Climbing the Wall
By Annette Marie Hyder
(from the Night Fairytales series)

There are golden leaves pressed like secrets into the cracks. There are footholds and handholds from the way kudzu tacks it sway over the face of the wall. A lizard runs, like Ratatoskr, between the Dragon of Change at the foot of the wall on the other side and the Eagle of Actuality that perches right at the top.

The Autumn Crone told me, “There are spider web stories — don’t be the fly. A rivulet of cold clear water courses down the right side of the wall. Drink cleanly and hands free lest you get your hands wet and them slick you swift to your fall. Kick off your high button boots — but tie them by their laces to your belt. That way you will have them when you get to the other side. But mind me, you wont need them at first, they’ll only get in the way of your feet if you wear them to climb. Take the spider webs you find and wrap them around your neck like scarves. The golden leaves — you’ll want those too so tie them in your hair. Here are worsted wool threads I have for you.

Now when you get to the top you’ll sit beside the eagle, she of the piercing eye, just give her one of your spider web stories and she will let you by. Just be sure it’s the right one else you will die.

The dragon will be on the other side and he’ll want your gold, of course and certain he will. Let him nibble the leaves straight from your hair, the strings of wool and all — he’s likely to eat a hair or two as well. Don’t let him eat more of those than four or he’ll be able to trade places with you and you’ll be cursed to wear his beastly form while he goes on in your place.”

So I kicked my boots off and secured them with twine. I climbed up the wall while the lizard of time meandered crazily with no rhythm or rhyme. I ignored the lizard, followed all of the crone’s good advice with the addition of having my iron hand knife tucked into a garter tight against my thigh — the garter woven of dreams and the color of sky…

To be continued.

Awake!

I saw these Awake caffeinated chocolate bars when I was getting gas at the SuperAmerica on University Avenue by the Artist Lofts. I went in to pay for my gas and there they were just shining at me in their promise of an incredibly alert chocolate satisfaction experience. It was like we were the stars of our very own commercial — they dazzled at me and I leered at them. I had to have them. I was 28 cents short of the cash I needed for them and started digging around for my credit card but the lady in line next to me — just as excited about there being a caffeinated chocolate bar at the gas station as I was — pitched in the tax for me. It’s the little acts of kindness…

So hand trembling with excitement, I took this photo and I will report back to you on how this “full cup of coffee’s worth of caffeine in a chocolate bar” tastes and if it does in fact affect me with all the much loved potency of a cup o’ Joe. Which one will taste better, the milk chocolate or the caramel? Will it be a gentle gradual increase in my overall alertness or a jolt to my system that will require me to be free from using machinery at the time of consumption? These questions and more shall be answered.

On a side note, caffeine was the last thing I needed yesterday. I was fueled with plenty of adrenaline all day long.

Yesterday morning my daughter Jazzy was running late to get to her bus stop so she asked me, still in bed, if I would lock the door behind her to save her time and I said “Yes — just go — love you — be safe!”

I waited till I was sure enough time had passed and then texted her a little message for her to read on the bus. So it was while I was picturing her reading the message I sent her that I got out of bed to lock the door and saw Godiva. Godiva is really a one-person-cat and that one person in her life is Jazzy. She tolerates me and in a pinch will butt her head against my hand (to pacify me) but she follows Jazzy around like a puppy and croons her love to her in lengthy catty adulations and much purring and twining around Jazzy’s every step.

So just like I normally do, I caressed her with my voice and held out my hand hoping for a little bit of catty love. “Here girl, here pretty Godiva,” I praised her. “How are you this morning, pretty girl?” She came over to give me the obligatory head butt and that is when I screamed at the top of my lungs, long and ferociously, at another voice crooning at ME from around the corner and by the door that I had not yet locked! Turns out it was Jasmine back through the unlocked door, speaking softly in case I was still sleeping and just wanting to let me know that “I missed my bus.”

Well the irreparable damage is done. Godiva will have nothing to do with me now after my unintentional assault on her ears. She’s aggrieved and yet I am the one who had the panties scared off me yesterday morning.

Jazzy laughed when this happened, she laughed as I drove her in to school, and she laughed again when she came home from school. She was in a grand mood all day long. Yes, there were bonus points of joy for the daughter in scaring me.

So yeah, no need for coffee or tea or anything caffeinated at all yesterday!

PS In case you are interested, here is a link to the Awake Chocolate website.