There was a young dragon called Brent
Who gave off the most frightening scent
Everyday at dawn,
He’d give a great yawn,
Making everyone flee with intent.
Tag: practice
Spin Time
Circle the sun: your heart, your head.
Catch the vortex around your neck;
squeeze it, control it.
Ride the motion – you are not trapped,
throw the hoop away if it starts to shackle,
grip it tight and pizza-toss it high.
Don’t be afraid of the spiral,
let the spiral be afraid of you.
Little ballerina doll
Toes against the box. Comfort lacking.
Weight on one pointe; gravity sucking me down.
My foot sinks into the floor. Smile. Be light.
High arches circle, support from the side.
I feel safe now, knowing I can lower myself.
Hop away. Run from the box.
Run, but never escape.
The box is attached. It demands to be risen on.
It owns me.
For the swans and fairies I’ve grown up watching,
it’s clear they own their box.
Why can’t I?
Grim Street Music – for all your musical needs
Every time I try to practice with my violin,
the world goes rather peculiar,
as a funeral march sings out of it
and humanity drops to its feet.
My pet mice love it, they get to
dance freely out of their cage.
The owner of the quaint music shop
where I bought it did say the wood
it was made from came
from an unconventional source
before turning back to the coffin
that was the sales counter.
Treeshallow Musings 