Queen Mab's Kiss

My muse is merely a word born of star-cross’d love many years removed. Vocalizations that flowed from a true apothecary’s drugs to a happy dagger’s sheath.

“O swear not by the moon, th’inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.”

 

"My muse is merely a word"

An idiom spoken by young lips to prove days of sorrow could be banished with but a kiss.  My thoughts wonder; "Could such a kiss exist?  How shall such a meeting of flowered tulips be joined?"  Surely it does not happen often, for the blooming of that flora is once a warm solstice day.  As the time arrives shall I be branded a villain looking for a stolen prize within a garden or is it to be given with the intent never to injure thee?  If only to prove what shall love be but friendship whispered into the cold breeze to be received as warmth from another. Or has Queen Mab taken visitation while I slept and in turn shown my heart's fate?

- Dennis Birtch

Yes… I Judge a Book by Its Cover

I have Kindle Fire and I’m back at it again surfing the free books pages to find something that might interest me. Among the hundreds of free books the choices for me are dwindled down to just a mild few.  I first get rid of all the smutty reading material. Then I cut out the overly religious stuff that just doesn’t appeal to me.  Next goes the classics (cause I have them already) and you’ll notice how little is really left.  In this day and age I still hold to the truth that you judge a book by its cover.  I tried reading various reviews, but it’s just too time consuming for me and half the time people give away the story and plot.  So I head back to the age old visual stimulation of a book cover.  Come on we all do it, let us just admit it.

“Don't listen to people telling you that getting up early is best. René Descartes is one of history's most important philosophers, but he rarely got out of bed before noon - and when he started getting up early for a new job as a private tutor, it caused him to catch pneumonia and die.” 
― Gideon Defoe, The Pirates! in an Adventure with Communists

Mother May I...

"My body has taken a tiny nap from my mind"

A fallen star has landed over the rainbow and the blue bird has left with the dish and the spoon. A confusing thought has followed the proverbial Jack and Jill and with it I sit here upon this tiny hill with my back against a stone well and started thinking about the now. Not yesterday's pains or this morning's weary memory, not even the future's promises. I prop my feet up against a very old worn out wooden bucket that smells of damp spring air and stare off into the silver lining of clouds. My body has taken a tiny nap from my mind. I allow it to drift along with the warm breeze and flow through waving branches of trees, taking time to turn each leaf so the whiter under side has its occasion in the sun. Music from a blue boy fills the air and I relax even more. I smell pudding and pie with sweet honey, curds and whey. I come to realize that I am very tired. The kind of tiered where a nap in the third, just right bed will not do. I come to comprehend that it is time to stop following those three nearsighted mice and take my own path to a rhyme I can call my own.

- Dennis Birtch