Out of Nature’s Bones

I was rambling about my hate-hate relationship with winter, when a lady said, “I know what you mean. These damn months always remind me of getting ugly and dying.” The comment caught me by surprise. Not only because the lady had no idea what I meant (I just hate cold weather), but because I have never equated getting old with ugliness. Beauty changes with time, that’s true… but time doesn’t kill beauty. Only people do that.

Anyhoo, here is a haiku trio that embraces beauty that comes with time:

after the first spring,
new miracles do flourish
out of Nature’s bones

the sun shines
in the fallen leaves
of New York

time-caressed blossoms
evolve under winter’s kiss,
showing new beauty

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for Poets United.

The Cinderella Man

“Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.” ~ C.S. Lewis

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“The thirteenth foot’s different, sir. We’ve a second killer.”

“Copycat?”

“Doubt it, sir.”

“Why? The note is exclusive to this case, but the glass slipper and severed toes are identical. Even if the big toe was mutilated and stitched back—”

“That’s no toe, sir. The note reads, ‘No more happy endings for this prick’”.

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a wee note (not provided by the killer)
– this is a work of fiction. Fairytale references are the products of my eerie imagination and used in a creepily fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual events isn’t coincidental at all, since it was totally inspired by Camila Domonoske’s article, “Human Feet Still Washing Up in Pacific Northwest, But Don’t Panic”.
– for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55.


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