Dandelion
Wishes
By Marcia Borell
Shaggy
yellow flowers
glow like the sun
Cheerfully
plucked by children
one by one
Yellow turns
lacy white
seeds have begun
The child's
breath sets them free
his wishing done
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Friday, August 15, 2014
Saturday, August 2, 2014
My Sunday Funnies - Horror Cartoon - Pick your poison.
First published in FMAM: Futures Mysterious Anthology Magazine, Summer, 2003
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Wednesday My Art - Fantasy, Sci-fi, and Horror - Cosmic Queen
Cosmic Queen
BY Marcia A. Borell
Alone awash in fiery drapes she wades,
Through meteoric seas of living dream.
Celestial comets twine her flaming braids,
As Pisces soars above the stellar stream.
Along the bank she seeks with silver spade,
The clay to dig and mold enchanted orbs.
With mud a sphere upon her hand is made,
To dry awaiting brightly colored robes.
She plucks appealing globes of cosmic dust,
To spin a wooly skein of pastel cloud.
Her needles stitch bright hues on earthy crust,
The rivers run so blue it makes her proud.
Around and around she turns the infant world,
To pick and carve the oceans, lakes, and sea.
Then pinches folds for mountains knit and purled,
Her breath upon the planet sets it free.
Poem and illustration first published in A Calendar in
Poetry and Art 2005, published by Sam's Dot Publishing.
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Wednesday - My Art: Fantasy, Sci-fi, Horror - Destiny's Tears
Destiny's Tears
A Drabble by Marcia Borell
Destiny looked out over her realm. Humanity was divided by age,
emotions, and suspicion. Shadows had skewed their perspective darkening their
reality. Sadly she reached into her bag of consequences.
In the bag were many smooth spheres which contained
glittering particles of stardust. Most released an even mixture of hope and
sorrow, health and illness, love and hate. An icy one stuck to her hand. Pulling
it out she stared into its ugly swirling darkness.
Destiny's tears fell as she cast it upon the world. In the murky
blackness there were specks of silvery dust. Hope, there was always hope.
First Published in the poetry chapbook - Passion Fruit and Other Loops by L. A. Story Houry, June 2003
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