Turbulent tranquility

There she was, umbrella in hand, floating down towards the edge of a gentle stream.  At times she’d been like a whirling dervish, full of boundless energy and chaotic vigor.  And yet, at the same time, there were other occasions where the current would carry her over long, tranquil airstreams.  

She’d glide along over the endless fields, absorbing the grandeur of the picturesque valleys, which all looked more like patchwork quilts than anything else.  Then suddenly, she’d hit an air pocket and be frolicking away again, like a frenzied feather on an urgent mission.

Once touching down, she gasped, as crisp waters from a melodious little brook jarred her breezy state of mind.  Now, wide awake, she looked down at the icy waters lapping at her bare feet and wondered how she’d come to find herself in such a fantastic place.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


*This brief reflection is based on a dream I had last year.  It was the kind of dream that one never wants to wake from.  The kind that leaves your heart soaring and your mind enraptured by a carefree spirit.  I smile every time I think back on that lovely dream.  I just wanted to explore further and see where all those hills and valleys would take me.  To get lost in a dream is often such an awe-inspiring experience.  I can only hope this year will be filled with more visions like this.

Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/illustrations/woman-girl-model-umbrella-parasol-3795636/

Fantastical Beasts

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Fantastical beasts
They certainly were
Elusive oddities
Often covered in fur

Colorful creatures
In every shape and size
Sought mostly for
A worthless prize

Some were shy
And lived in dark cellars
And eventually became
Forest dwellers

Some were fierce
And lived in caves
They caused the most trouble
And almost never behaved

Some were silly
And lived by the sea
Those were the ones
Who were happy as can be

Some were curious
And lived in the cities
They thought the bright lights
Were oh so pretty

Those fantastical beasts
Were a curious lot
And it was a complete surprise
Whenever one was spot

Years have gone by now
Since any have been seen
And they say the last one
Was so awfully mean

But who could blame them
With the torture they faced
It seems they all picked up
And left in great haste

It’s hard to imagine
Such a creature could exist
If only they knew
How much they were missed

But that was then
And this is the now
If only things could change
Someway, somehow

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Originally written, October 2017