Sunday Things: What about Gnar?

The girl and Gnar (or, as Gnar thinks of it, Gnar and his Girl) will be back next Sunday with a new installment of  Advice the Autumn Crone Gave Me (from the Night Fairytales series).
PS Yes. You are correct. It is Monday. In case you are wondering why I am posting my Sunday Things a day late, it’s because my birthday was on Sunday and one of my presents was spending time with loved ones — sans computer!
Happy Monday!

Happy World Poetry Day 2014!

Come, Let Us Eat the Honey of Wild Words
By Annette Marie Hyder

I want to eat poetry like honey
right off the comb
and dripping deliciously
for another’s tongue
to dip into as well —
honey for two with the feel of wild words
still buzzing
and the smell of clover and lilacs,
roses and sweetsuckle
but also containing the dizzy rocking of rope ladders
used to reach the impossible heights
of Himalayan mountain honey caves
and rhododendron sighs.

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The first day of spring is a cold kissed day

Distorted Gravity Surreal Photography by Anka Zhuravleva
a cold kissed day
By Annette Marie Hyder
that leaves the sky’s throat blue
and the air goose-bumped
just as if
she is thinking of you too —
your long brown hair
cashmere for her throat
your fat fingers
to button up her coat
of warmth
in your arms
yes
i’m sure of it
the day is filled
with thoughts of you.
Happy first day of spring 2014!
Links of interest

Wednesday is a mermaid

“Sirene Nocturne” by Victor Nizovtsev
Something beautiful for you to look at on this Wednesday: artwork by Victor Nizovstev.
Happy Wednesday!
Wednesday Is a Mermaid
By Annette Marie Hyder

Half in and half out of the water of the week

she chooses to look forward
and flips off
her troubles with a splash of fin-webbed-feet.
More beautiful artwork by Victor Nizovstev:
“Siren Song” by Victor Nizovtsev

Aillte Bána

By Annette Marie Hyder
St. Patrick’s Day 2014

The sound of rain swept into my consciousness this morning

bringing with it thoughts of you to waken me
from walking along the steep white cliffs of sleep.
There was not one blade of green to be seen
as far as the eye could see on the endless cliffs of dream
but I saw the full St. Patrick’s day moon far out on the horizon
poised between the heavens and the sea
and I felt the rustle of emerald grass
whole hillsides shivered and sparkled like glass
in the island of my heart as the rain fell this morning
and I awoke to thoughts of you and me.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
Links of interest