Artist Lily

Artist Conjurer

Stand Render

Draw me a picture of

Passion long sore past

Of swift cold winds

From a north cold, fast

Outline the future

Bright or short

Of a Princess bold

Strong from Fablehaven court

Show cat’s curt tails curlicuing

Aloof lithesome beast

Awaiting the master servant

Next hot feast

Wonder with a line draft

Wine glass down and paintbrush raised

More ochre more fire more enscene

The next promise amazed

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Beware John Warren!

I smell popcorn
Or is it burnt fries
I see John in the Break Room
Telling Katja lies
I smell popcorn
None for me please
Those charred kernels
Knock me to my knees
Offer me popcorn
And please don’t judge
Don’t be offended
If I’d rather wait for fudge
I smell popcorn
Or a whiff of smoke
Beware of John Warren
He’s a Burning Bloke
So if you want popcorn
Of another tasty snack
Please first put out the fire
In our microwave shack

Across A Far River

Back down around the ole oaken bridge,
Hazel and I tried really, really long
To cross together over that forever ever ridge,
Separating Love from the rest of the wrong,
But handily, hardly, barely, we surely did fail—
Living on so as to shame the curse.
Corked wine and rained out Saturdays
Don’t hurt near as much as her sad, sweet smile.
Tis trying to find carpe diem all the while,
But there is banana bread, it remembers.
And it’s back down around that ole oaken bridge:
Where Hazel crossed over, and left me in tears,
Wallowing in the wrong;
Chasing the horror left over, numbed to us in years—
The creping ashes blew over acorns, the whole span long.