
she hesitated,
sheltered in
old factory
unsure if
the steps
headed up
or down…
©Karen Robiscoe

she hesitated,
sheltered in
old factory
unsure if
the steps
headed up
or down…
©Karen Robiscoe
There. Since WordPress skipped awarding me my “1000” followers on this network –I fashioned one for myself. 1000 (and 2) peeps deleting me from Inboxes ever’where. Thanks, Wp! The answer of: I don’t know was very helpful regarding my query, and I’d like to thank–swelling of inspiring music + gowned woman rushing me off stage…

Cold tears fall
on misused cake–
icing it.
lady fingers
dissemble,
repurpose,
& surmount.
…
Tiers
that
don’t miss you.
©Karen Robiscoe

You curl in my lap
needing my legs
waiting for me to Rise
our coldness converges
in negative warmth
my robe is yours
your claws the scythes
that divide it
you hiss
growl
and stalk
ad infinitum
but do you purr?
©Karen Robiscoe

the world of faeries is hidden in plain view
look for it at twilight
and in erase,
near keyhole,
and déjà vu,
in August’s
blinding Spot
and along Occam’s edges,
You will need gardening tools, however,
and barrows (of)
lichen brandy
should be handy, too,
so really, it’s a matter of foresight whether you’ll tempt one suited to your needs…
A faerie on the downlow is nevertheless discernible by characteristic
* round eyes *
all faeries have them
baby blues, greens, and topaz,
they’re wide open
and gleam instead of twinkle,
the difference being a faerie never blinks.
Then, too, there’s an extra something growing somewhere on a faerie’s body
a nail,
a nipple
a finger…
something
and true faeries hum under their breath
at all times
unsung charisma undeniable
unrecordable & unpackageable, too,
there’s no spare potions or lotions to be rendered from faerie dust.
It’s completely insoluble
(the opposite of witches)
even so
beheMoths
flock to a faerie’s fleeting flame
hopelessly pucked, and some kicking and screaming
but the funny thing is
the faerie needs that adulation
to exist.
finally 8’s
figure 8’s
fated 8’s
8’s are crazy bad luck for faeries,
and you’ll always find a few husks near that number.
©Karen Robiscoe

Towels!
A wondrous invention,
they have so many uses!
for drying off
warm,
fluffy,
enveloping
for cleaning up
ragged,
soaked,
stained
and for tossing in
trunks,
hampers,
rings
paper working just as well…
in that last instance.
©Karen Robiscoe

a Writer’s palette is self.
Life-colored Hues
daub
grey canvas–
–yours.
Delicate or bold,
a Writer’s white admits black–
–animating Nothing.
AKA everything
rendering Dynamic masterpieces
that shape shift
to Hat size.
©Karen Robiscoe
Related Graffiti:
Wash Day (originally published: Handful of Dust, vol#7)