At Sleepy Hollow with My Piano Man

Every year, my Piano Man and I celebrate the anniversary of our first date by recreating said first date. This year, our anniversary coincided with the day New York Comic Con tickets went on sale. Our anniversary is very important to us, but Comic Con is, well… freaking Comic Con! So we stayed home until we were able to get tickets, and then we headed to Sleepy Hollow for a pre-anniversary date celebration (we will go on the real ferry-riding deal in the fall).

It was early afternoon, when we got to Sleepy Hollow. The weather was appropriately creepy—lots of sun, with darkish clouds dancing in front of it. We park between Van Ripper…
1. Van Ripper Ave

…and Crane.
2. Crane Ave

We walked through woods, where nature did her best to strangle herself…
3. Trees and Vines

…and crossed a creek, in order to visit the Sleepy Hollow Cemetery.
4. Sleepy Hollow Cemetery

We found an enormous rock…
5. Stone Coffin at Sleepy Hollow Cemetery

…that was actually a coffin.
6. Stone Coffin at Sleepy Hollow Cemetery

We ran into a tomb-swallowing tree…
7. Tree and Grave at Sleepy Hollow Cemetery

…and, of course, a bird feeder in the middle of the graveyard—the dead like birdsong, too.
8. Bird Feeder at Sleepy Hollow Cemetery

On our way out of the cemetery, we met a friend…
9. Chipmunk at Sleepy Hollow Cemetery

…then climbed some half-rotten steps that took us to a forking trail.
10. Stairs and Trees

We chose the Witch’s Spring Trail, but found no evidence of other witches…
11. Witch Trail

…not until we were driving away from Sleepy Hollow. I know what you are thinking—New Yorkers, who insist this is just a structure no longer used by the local aqueduct—but I don’t care what you say. I know a witch lives in there. If not… then I’m totally moving in! 😀
12. Dream Witchy Home
13. the Witch and the Piano Man 2016

Covered in Blues

Kerry, over at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, asked for poems or tales, in 55 words or fewer, on the subject of our choosing. As an option, we can “reflect… on the legacy of war and history as it impacts us.” I rarely write about war… I don’t like what the idea of people fighting over resources, borders, or for belief systems (that aren’t so different from each other when one truly looks at them) do to my emotions. But last night, I dreamed about war… so here is my bit:

“Covered in Blues”

Fireworks bloodied the sky,
screams sizzled on grills
that seared celebratory meat.

Two boys and a girl
weaved blue ribbons
into the white of my hair,

I thought,
You need more red…
to quiet phantom cries,
hurts, whys, and shame
camouflaged as glory.

My lips said, “Thank you”
instead, leaving my shame
covered in blues.

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– linked to Summer Snarks and to Poets United (Poetry Pantry, 309)

Dream On, by Michelle Kennedy
“Dream On”, by SunshineShelle