Scarlett's Ramblings

Well. NaPo. Why not?

April 4th:

1.a- Spinning, Spinning

Spinning, spinning,
the stars in the heavens,
bright, pretty lights
that seem
so far away.

Spinning, spinning,
the streetlights down the strip,
so bright, so yellow,
so much closer
than ever before.

Tripping, tripping,
over tree roots
and ancient glens
that seem
miles away from home.

Tripping, tripping,
over cracked pavement
and broken glass,
so worn, so cold,
so much closer to home.

Seeping, seeping,
that red which brings you life,
that which you hold so dear,
across the grass
and the ferns.

Seeping, seeping,
that cardinal warmth
which you treasure
so much,
across that cold,
unforgiving concrete.


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1.b - Would you ever?

Spider, spider
in your web,
would you ever
catch such a pretty fly
as I?
Would you ever
wrap me up
in your silken threads,
and save me
for later?
Pretty spider, spider
in your web,
up so high,
would you ever,
in a million years,
catch such a pretty fly
as I?


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1.c - Have you had enough of me?

Misery, misery,
were you ever a friend to me?
What with your secrets
and your lies?
The ups,
the downs,
the inside outs.
And the falling
in and out
of melancholy?
Oh, misery,
do you lament
for me?
What with those secrets
and all those lies?
For the ins and outs,
the upside downs?
And the falling
in and out
of neurasthenia?
Oh, misery, misery,
have you had
enough of me?

1.d - One Word

In the thunder of
a thousand hooves,
and in the roaring of
a hundred screams.
In the whispering of
the wind through the trees,
and in the beating of
giant wings.

Red and black,
silver and gold.
Blue as water,
cold as ice.
Red as blood,
hot as fire.
Green as earth,
calm as grass.

The making of
a millions mask,
for prince or fiend.
The sewing of
a thousand cloaks,
for friend or foe.
The crafting of
a hundred swords,
for young or old.

Up and down,
down and up.
In and out,
out and in.
Yes and no,
no and yes.
Magic in the blood,
a millions mircales,
a thousand pleas.

One word for all;
Regalia.
Finery and polish,
magic and brass.
Silver and gold,
peace and war.
To the west!
For Regalia.

1.e - Here we go

Here we go
again.
You know that
we don't want to do this.
You know that
this isn't how it should end.

So, here we go
again.
You want this
and you want that.
You want my heart
on a silver platter, and
still beating.

Yes, here we go
again.
You know what
it is you want.
And you know that
it's the one thing
I won't give up.

That's right. Here we go
again.
You know how
this ends--with me,
on the floor.
And you love the
way it makes me feel,
the way it makes me look.
And guess what?
You were right.

And yes, here we
go again.
And again, 'til
it never ends.
You have want
you want.
You have all
that you longed for.

But it doesn't seem to be
enough. Why?
Aren't you done
with me?
Done with all the
things that could have been?
I don't see why
you should be ashamed of it.

1.f - Loss

Loss cannot be told,
cannot be seen
nor spoken.
It can only be felt.
In the missing of
someone you loved,
in the loneliness and
the emptiness of
one's heart and soul.
The feelings it evokes
are ones of sadness
and despair.
To know all this,
is to know loss.

1.g - Soaring

Soaring on an easterly
wind, upon the upward
stream and upon the
downward one.
With feathers made of wings
and the eyes of a hawk.
With claws of steel
and a beak of stone.
Twisting and twirling,
up and down,
and around.
Far out over the ocean,
and then back over land.
Sweeping and diving,
slipping through the trees.
Climbing up into the clouds,
and then back down.
Falling deep into the sound,
and then bursting out of the
waves in a flash of eyes and beak.
Soaring, soaring,
way up high and
amongst the clouds.
And then coming home to nest
at the going down of the sun.

1.h - On the wind

Like sand through an hourglass,
time is slipping away from me.
It jumps and hops,
and skips,
and never seems to run smooth
anymore.
It fades in and out,
grey and yellow.
Black and gold.
White and red.
Up seems to be down,
and down seems to be up.
Dizzy and wistful,
hopeful and delirious.
Like sand through my fingertips,
life is running away on me.
It hops, skips and jumps.
Left to right,
right to left.
There never seems to be
any order anymore.
And I may as well
be living in Deja Vu.
Again, time is drifting away from me,
like petals on the wind.

1.i - Goodbye

Fingers, gliding over
smooth skin.
Lips pressing butterfly kisses
to that flawless check.
Eyes meeting, held
and then swiftly looked away.
Thumb gliding over a shoulder and
down an arm.
Tears leaving a glittering trail
down rose coloured cheeks
and clinging to graceful fingers.
This was goodbye,
but for the very last time.

1.j - Round and round

Round and round the fearie ring,
three little pixies danced.
They jumped and hopped,
and skipped and flew,
and crashed until they laughed
and were out of breath.
One dressed in green and blue,
another in pretty pink
and yet the third was all
dressed in red and yellow gold.
All had flowers in their pretty
golden hair.

Round and round that faerie ring,
the three little pixies played.
Hopping and jumping,
skipping and flying,
and crashing until they laughed
and were well out of breath.
Dressed in petals and leaves
and all sorts of things.
A dashing blur of colour
in the sun dappled glade
of spring and dasies.

Round and round this faerie ring,
three little pixes danced,
with laughter in the air.
They skipped and hopped,
jumped and flew,
crashed and spun
until they were laying
on the ground way
out of breath.
A pretty blur of pink and blue,
green and gold,
and a spark of red
in that secret little glen.

1.k - The Oasis

The masks,
and the facades.
The little things
and the things that
made you cry.
The mirage and the oasis,
the water and the sand,
and the palms trees
dancing round the lagoon.
Look into the mirror,
and see the lies behind all
those pretty faces.
The Oasis is a lie;
the truth is in the pool
and the water tells no secrets.
Take a look, dear friend,
and see what you truly
want to see.

2.a - Summer Day

Warm, heavy sunlight
beating down on the beach.
Hot, humid air
stealing the breath from one's lungs.
A book, a folded card,
waved back and forth,
trying to keep someone cool.
Sunlight so bright,
it hurts the eyes.
Clouds drifting over
the sun, late in
the afternoon.
What a beautiful
summer day
in which to bathe.

3.a That wonderful feeling...

Ripping and tearing,
sorting and tossing,
deciding and packing.
Feeling the weight
leaving your shoulders
in a rush of that
feeling-so-good high.
That feeling of
finally being able to breathe.

Frowning and muttering,
screaming and cursing,
laughing and remembering.
Feelings of bliss and happines,
echoing through your mind
in a rush of that
I-can-do-anything high.
And that wonderful feeling of
actually, finally being able to feel free.

4.a - Land I Love

From snowy mountains to sandy shores,
beautiful meadows to deepest valley floors,
and echoing hills,
in the mighty crashing of the sea
and in the thunder of a thousand hooves.
Hear the roaring desert winds
and that deep resounding echo
of tales half-told.
This is a place of wonder,
a country full of Ancient things.
This is my land, the one I love.
Full of Ancient beauty
and pretty scars.
This is my Australia.

4.b - Red, Red

Red fluttering in the wind,
dark and light, shining
bright, like old blood
in the fading sunlgiht.

Glitter and sparkle,
hiss and glare.
Life and loss,
rare and not.

Red, beautiful red,
fluttering in the wind.
The dark with the light,
letting not sunlight in.

Glitter and shine,
smile and stare.
Love and death,
true and not.

Red, deep red,
fluttering in the wind.
Night and day,
the dark is out to play.

Glitter and sparkle,
wish and dare.
It's life and love,
death and revenge.

Red, sweet red,
fluttering in the wind,
dark and light, shining
like oil on water, not letting
the sunlight in.

4.c - Twisting and burning

Twisting, orange flames,
ash and smoke on the wind,
winding up the stairs and
back down again.
In the window and through
the gaps in the panes,
smoke creeping across
the pale floor.

Flames, flames, rising higher,
smoke and ash on the wind,
climbing up the walls and
through the cracks in the ceiling.
In through the roof and the vents,
smoke seeping across
the pale, concrete floor.

Twisting and burning,
flames on the wind,
hotter and hotter, climbing
up the walls and past windows.
Past doors and glass,
and wooden gates, through gaps
in the walls and
in the floors.

5.a - Torn and ragged

Torn and ragged
battle flags
fluttering in the wind,
as smoke billows up
into the unforgiving sky.
Clouds rolling in as
those who remain
reclaim their place amongst
the living, and dare not
forget to check the dead,
least the enemy
surprises them again.

Torn and ragged
battle flags
marring the air,
as the smoke clears and
the battlefield is revealed.
With so many dead
and dying,
who truly won the war?
And who truly lost?
Was the price too dear
to pay? Or too little?
No one can be sure.

Torn and ragged,
men rise up
and stumble back
to their homes in the
light of the coming winter.
Ash and snow, mingling together
as they slowly drift back down.
Dark red and brown mar
the exspanse of white
in the coming light of sunrise.
Was the price too much, or too little
to pay in the coming dawn?