one-shot wednesday

it isn't done, i'm not entirely  happy with it...but the skeleton is there. the moon turns away and leaves me quiet for a week or so....i only just managed to get this much out.

and if i may be so bold as to offer an unfinished thing....it's for my beloved Sarah...who made me remember that i might want to be a poet someday, too...she knows how the words taste and something of why we bury the stories.....

the lost girls

we sit in quiet corners

one hand gripping pen and paper tucked

furtively in apron pockets,
melting into the shadows at the edge of your masquerade
because, really,

we don't belong here

we belong to storm-edged shores,
 the water and wild;
where cloud-scudded skies rain wishes on horses
and ghost-breath silence
whisper shards of poems at the threshold of night.

we're smoke-boned and fierce
but the glare of your lights
 and the sharp of your edge
sting cobwebbed eyes and mist-kissed skin.
really, we don't belong here.

so our souls drift off  to elsewhere things

to daydreams of selkies and water-stained pages;

to haunted islands and wind-ravaged moors
where we sail wild seas and ride wild ponies

 lace at our throats and dogs at our heels.

we're glad that we came
 and we're happy you noticed,
but forgive us, do,  if we steal away.
hand in hand to the borderlands
because really,
we don't belong here.

also, playing along with  One Shot Wednesday...