Creature Comforts

If you are visiting from Poets United, do know that this is not a haibun… it’s a mostly lived tale with a senryu for a tail. I could’ve birthed it as a haibun, but… the Muse wanted a tale… And who am I to deny a yummily wild creature (made of me and ink) her whims or musings, right?


And the tale with a poetic tail…

The tooth fairy wears pale green scrubs and glasses so thick that I have often wondered if he can see my brain through my open mouth.

“I have to take the two problem children from the lower back”, he tells me, poke-poke-poking between my gums and teeth with a dental explorer. “Any sharp pain?”

“Not really”, I say, “just a prickly discomfort that suggests a prick is poking my gums with something sharp and metallic.”

The tooth fairy’s assistant pales a bit—she is new. The tooth fairy knows me, so he grins, his magnified eyes making him look like a slightly mad divination teacher.

“We would leave them in, if you didn’t have serious things to deal with soon. You take excellent care of your teeth. But I worry about infection during days you might not be able to floss and brush properly. “But don’t worry, this won’t take—”

I don’t let him finish the sentence. “I need to get something out of my bag first.”

“Sure,” says the tooth fairy’s assistant, bringing me the bag.

I grab my red-eyed raven, give it a little squeeze.

“Great idea,” says the tooth fairy’s assistant. “It’s just a simple extraction, but stuffed animals can be really comforting if that makes you nervous.”

“Certainly,” I tell her, my eyes on hers as she preps me for the extractions. “I love my creature comforts. I can’t think of anything more comforting than visualizing a cute raven pecking on the eyes of my enemies as someone rips my teeth out.”

After that exchange, the only words out of the mouth of the tooth fairy’s assistant were “Suction” and “You are doing so well”. The tooth fairy, on the other hand, uttered many words. Most of them an effort to mask the urge to laugh, methinks.


ravens in black lace
conjure creepy-cute comfort
while brewing cackles
Raven by Groovy Gothic


the wee notes…
– So, that’s where things are right now. I’m two molars down and a boob to go. They do say that threesomes are lucky, don’t they? 😉
– To those of you following Trinkets and Armor, the prompt posts no longer have a fixed schedule. The next one will probably be posted on Monday or Tuesday.
– Linked to Poets United.


Raven, Skulls, Polka-Dotted Daisies… and a Hawthorn Blade

Today is going to be a writing day. I need to complete new forms for my nutritionist, and then I would like to finish the short story I’ve been working on these last couple of weeks. It’s my first bit of contemporary witchy fiction ever, so I’m quite excited.

I shall continue working on what I wanted to publish in October, while keeping in mind that it is more likely than not that I won’t be able to finish it in time—my body pain has increased quite a bit lately (I need lots of rest and exercise), so predicting how long a piece of writing will take has become a tad tricky. I’m guessing that I will have to get used to the pain increase first, and after that I will have a better idea. I shall keep you informed.

Speaking of keeping you informed… have you entered Eliora’s August giveaway? I did. And if you want to enter, too, then you must do it before 12:00 am on the 13th. Follow this link for a chance to win a Hawthorn and Pentacle Mini-Athame.

Many of you have already delighted in Eliora’s work, but you haven’t seen the following beauties (since they are mine *giggles*).

I purchased this customized Raven and Skull Tree of Life Candle Holder a few months ago. I love the colors, the details, and the light it brings to my bedside.
Skull, Raven, Tree of Life

This Polka-Dotted Skully Daisies Chest is more of Eliora’s custom work. It says Magaly, doesn’t it? Well, I think it does… and it’s a great place to keep some of my wee wild treasures.
Polka-Dotted Daisy, Skull Chest

Off to fill out forms and do some fiction writing. I shall stalk you whenever I come up for air. Don’t forget to enter Eliora’s giveaway. I mean, look at the blade’s handle, isn’t it preciously wild!
Hawthorn and Pentacle Athame (blade)