One day I plan on writing and illustrating a children's book (think Edward Gorey meets Beatrix Potter with a dash of Sylvia Plath's children's books) about my lovely kitty Tiffany. Flawless and charming story lines/ segments to the book present themselves to me on a regular basis, of course this kitty chronicle is a must. The other day in class I was daydreaming about her and her feathery lavender tail and in my reverie I began writing a poem that is largely inspired by my "enchanted forest"-esque christmas tree and the mystical tales that could accompany it. The poem is supposed to be told in my voice, but through a dream of Miss Tiff's. When I began writing it I knew I wanted it to be set on an eve of astral significance; a full moon, eclipse, solstice, etc and it just so happens the night I wrote it was full moon lunar eclipse in Gemini! How cosmic. It's still a work in progress, but I had a lot of fun with it so I thought I'd share. The setting would be Tiffany happily napping under the Christmas tree, looking at and being fascinated by all of the ornaments and slowly dozing off into a dream, a dream in which I'm telling her this story:
Whimsical tales and and enchanted trails
leading us through the forest bend.
Though when I arrived
(to my surprise)
I was as small as a feather pen!
And you, my darling, were quite so hardly,
The size as a little gem.
So I took your paw,
and then we saw
quite a sight before our eyes!
A world enchanted;
we had been granted
on a magical astral night.
Little bare bodies
Sipping honeysuckle toddies
Afore the night's splendor.
Stars a'gleaming,
and we are receiving, our costumes of plumes and more!
Crowns of flora perched upon our heads,
let the festivities of the eve begin!
Cyclic dancing
Vivacious prancing
in celebration of our moon.
'tis a special time-
(lunar forces sublime!)
to begin a year anew.
hours came and passed,
as we fluttered and danced
until our toes could handle nought more.
weary limbs,
fading bedims,
signs of a cease to the eve.
Yes, the sun must rise,
and we remembered our ties
to the earthly world of ours.
but it was not a dream,
for we had seen
the veil betwixt dimensions had blurred.
'twas the tenth of December
that we shall remember
as the spectacle of our lives!
To the faeries surprise, we said our goodbyes
with a slight lingering lament.
But we made a promise
to be honest
of the magic beyond the seeing eye.
<3
