Cloudy dimensions

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A world away
In the realm of reflections
Lies a cloudy array
Of peculiar dimensions

There are windows to view
Dazzling horizons
And archways which lead
To paths full of diamonds

This place of magic
Is full of shimmering light
And curious creatures soar
In and out of sight

It’s a wondrous place
So difficult to believe
And nearly impossible
For anyone to conceive

And chances are
Most will never see
All the fascinating things
Which live here so carefree

It’s just one of those places
Most will sadly never find
For you really must be
In a whimsical state of mind

© 2018 Michelle Cook


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Glass houses

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He lived in a small glass house
Ruled by an ill-tempered wife
She strangled all his passions
And battered him with strife

But one day she struck him
A little bit too hard
And now their tiny house
Is nothing but fractured shards

© 2018 Michelle Cook


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The spotted speck

sparkling

It floated across
The wide open sea
A spotted speck
Was all it seemed to be
And yet upon
A much closer inspection
She noticed it was just
A mere reflection
Twas the sun glinting
Off the crystalline blue
Radiating a rather
Resplendent hue
And she wished every image
Could have such a lovely effect
And wondered why the whole world
Couldn’t be like that spotted speck

© 2018 Michelle Cook


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Warty

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Warty was her loathsome name
And magic was her very best game
She put other witches to awful shame
With her unrivaled and eagle-eyed aim
She seemed a fairly normal witchy dame
Except for her keen ability to maim
Which was actually sort of depressing and lame
As she could inflict the worst ever pain
And after a single swish and flick of her cane
It was horrendous what some people often became
The majority were certainly never the same
Since her barrage of enchantments left most insane

© 2018 Michelle Cook


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Along the path to nowhere

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Drowning in the weald
Without a sword or shield
She was lost to the deep
Twilight had put her to sleep

But he somehow found her there
So full of sorrow and despair
And he gave her what he could
Although he was no Robin Hood

She applauded him for trying his best
This mission being his most important test
Yet both realized there had to be another way
Or they’d both be lost to the vast array

So a final plan was set into motion
Filled with dedication, love, and emotion
And determination eventually got them there
Saving them both from the path to nowhere

 

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Writing prompt: Consultant drowning deep within the shallow wood