Writer. Gothic Soul. Woodland Spirit.
Our ramshackle life, cobbled together With whatever blessings we've gathered, Beaten and weathered But comfortable and warm Broken in but not broken down And yours is the only face I see And yours, the only voice I need To reassure me To feel securely That I've done something worthwhile In this twisted, strange meanwhile And... Continue Reading →
Draw me out of this muffling cloud Place my feet on solid, if rocky, ground Remind me that peace makes a sound Like the hush of bedsheets drifting down Like dried autumn leaves falling earthbound To this playground of angels and hellhounds Like your voice in the morning The only one I'd recognize in this... Continue Reading →
In the secondhand shop book section I open the front covers, looking for inscriptions Written with love, books given as gifts For birthdays or chosen from Christmas lists It breaks my heart to see these books given away Lingering on the shelves in this limbo of a place Did the previous owners downsize? Or did... Continue Reading →
We have only one Earth, ours to share and repair, to keep clean and green, to maintain so it will sustain generations to come of every species and breed. All these need a safe place to call home to survive, thrive, and grow. For World Environment Day, coming up on June 5th.
When you feel like you don't belong When you worry you're going about life all wrong When you have no idea what to do All you want is for someone to like you And you hope that it's enough To make you feel like you're loved
By the glow of the clock when night has enclosed me when sleep seems out of reach when the hours squeeze tight, anxious for morning light, when rest won't come, I play my favorite album, silently in my mind, mouthing every line every lyric's rhyme like an incantation, a charm to keep me safe from... Continue Reading →
Some weeks, a white cloud envelops meAs soft as a cotton ball And the days melt like marshmallowsSo I see no difference at allFrom one to the nextAs time, in a steady drip, flows onAnd I take a step away from my lifeIn an off-season hibernation Then inspiration wakes meGrabs me by the shoulders and... Continue Reading →
If youth is the practice of learning from faults caused by lack of wisdom, then it seems we'll never grow up. We trip over our words, bruise our egos, and jump to conclusions like they're large rocks in a river that we use to cross to the other side. Sometimes we slip and fall. We... Continue Reading →
Knobby curled knucklesscratch across the bedroom wall,the shadows of gnarled, bare branches,cast by the globular harvest moon.The shapes sway in the windin an ominous dance,beckoning me outsideto join in the celebration of night. From my book Gothic Souls.
I was meant to be a fictional character But I was born as flesh and bone My strange abilities are going to waste Plodding through this world alone I need a script to follow, a story arc I'm lost here on my own I'm not demanding a leading role Hide me away in the dark... Continue Reading →
Michelle Wicklow 