He Thrills Me Much Better

It is poet’s choice in the garden, with the emphasis on sharing and caring. I’m sharing two Poem Bits inspired by my Piano Man… For when it comes to each other, we are sooo good at the whole sharing and caring bit. The 1st was written on our anniversary and the 2nd on my Love’s birthday, two days ago.

Much Better“Much Better”
There is nothing I dislike
about me. I appreciate all
my wild bits. It’s not hubris,
just well lived veracities—I
delight in what burns hot
in my heart… and in You,
who make Me much better.

Magaly and William, 8-7-16

“He Thrills”
What does a girl give
to a boy who thrills
when he finds (for her!)
the bleached skull of a red fox?
She gives him her all,
of course, on his birthday
and for keeps.
He Thrills

I hope you have the most glorious of all Tuesdays, my Wicked Luvs!

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

Crab Apple Love

I love myths and adore love. So when Sanaa’s Prompt Nights asked for myth in poetry, I went digging for a poem I wrote a few weeks after my Piano Man and I got handfasted. It has a bit of Psyche and Eros, of crab apples and Silver Lake, of cyberspace in New York… and of love.

“Crab Apple Love”

Our lust tale
burst out of cyberspace
high on crab apple permeated words.
Psyche’s heart profiled us a match made in New York.
The light in his burnt honeying eyes
spoke to my flesh and soul…
to my brain:
“Eros’ consort hides things,
but myth says she lies not to sisters.”
We kissed lore, said “I do” and boarded life’s ferry.
Hand-in-hand we sail our Silver Lake,
sharing crab apple love
and secrets.

Crab Apple Lovemy Piano Man and I collecting the crab apple branches we used to make handfasting favors

Triquain Swirl Poem: created by joining stanzas together on the seventh line, eliminating the second 3 syllable line and the space between stanzas. The finished stanza will stand at 13 lines and may be repeated thereafter. 3 – 6 – 9 – 12 – 9 – 6 – 3 – 6 – 9 – 12 – 9 – 6 – 3
*originally published here*