Writer. Gothic Soul. Woodland Spirit.
The firewood was waterlogged,and I couldn't get it lit.I knew what I had to do,but I couldn't manage to do it.I had to let the kindling dry,had to let the disappointment cryitself out from my eyes.I tried reality and it wasn't for me.Give me back my woodland, my dreamland.I've locked myself awaytrying to get my... Continue Reading →
Someday I will have read every book I own, every page from every pile of bargain secondhand book lots bought Just Because, every tipsy stack of yellowed classics whose reputation precedes them. I will determine what I need, keep what's meaningful to me, and fill my home, my library, deliberately with only what I love.
I will never be as graceful as a butterfly, floating in the breeze, wings as light as leaves, gifting soft kisses like you never knew I was there but for the touch like a whisper.I am clumsy but sweet, making tough journeys on my thudding, heavy feet. I can make the ground tremble at my... Continue Reading →
In the days of my youthful enthusiasm, a limitless supply of notebooks and pens meant the entire universe was there for the taking, or better, was open to my creation. With age, enthusiasm waned, and the blank pages got packed away, boarded up with limitations I placed there myself. It's time to pry them down,... Continue Reading →
A change of state, a shift of season,a rearrangement of the scenesin my moody dreaming.Instead of orange bonfires in the night,I'm waking up to the sun and lilac skies.It's not that I'm rushing to the future,thinking it's bright, but I'm staking my claim,standing my ground, signing my name,making the most of what I already own.I'm... Continue Reading →
Leap Day is for making wishes disguised as plans, daydreams with unfinished seams that flutter in my wake as I race headlong to the end of the diving board, four years of force propelling me, flipping and flying into the future. Let me see where I've landed on the next of these most magical days.
Maybe early spring is on its way, but I'm not ready to let go of winter. Bury me in snow. Give me a chill in my bones so I can bask in the warmth of home. The softness of flannel can soothe the biting of the wind. I'll burrow in fleece blankets and dream warm,... Continue Reading →
I'm a houseplant that survived for too long with no water (with no love), but I had plenty of sun. Now the shades are drawn, now our day is done, now my hope for you is gone. On my own, I can discover what I need, I can figure out how to be, I can... Continue Reading →
In the creaking corridor of my haunted house heart, I tended the small flame you lit for me, using its meager light to bring hope to my dreary days. When I tried to share it, one slight move snuffed it out, but I refuse to believe it was nothing after all.
Sometimes I'm grateful that so many things are out of my control. There's only so much my mind and heart can hold. Though I'm tempted to claw and grasp, there's serenity in letting go.
Michelle Wicklow 