He came to her
With eyes sparkling bright
It was half past two
In the middle of the night
He was grinning wide
From ear to ear
And had a message for her
That was crystal clear
She winked at him
Then went back to sleep
He was left dazed and confused
Yet made not a peep
His mischievous smile faded
As he gave up the go
Accepting the sad truth
That there would be no show
© 2018 Michelle Cook
This is Peter’s side of the story, you can find Petunia’s here.
Scattered haphazardly
Filling the great expanse
Lies infinite buckets of wishes
Created carefully in advance
Each one brims to overflowing
Radiating iridescent dreams
And pools of liquid star dust
Gush out between the seams
These shimmering streams of magic
Mesmerizingly cascade
Throughout the mighty caverns
Searching for crevices to invade
It’s a curious sight to observe
A spectacle most will never behold
And some believe it a mere fabrication
Because they trust what they’ve always been told
After witnessing such an extraordinary scene
And watching moonbeams slosh upon the floor
I can honestly tell you without a doubt
This bizarre place really isn’t folklore
So I invite you to come and take a glimpse
Into this world of whimsy and fun
Come fly with me to the moon and back
The merriment just can’t be outdone!
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Cooking takes time
Ever stirring the pot
Spicing and tasting
So you know what you’ve got
Throwing in a dash of this
And a little bit of that
Until you’ve got a tasty mixture
Bubbling in the vat
Artichokes and anchovies
Add a great amount of flavor
They’re surely the ingredients
You’ll find that you want to savor
If you’re an ogre that is
Because who else would eat those things?
I can only imagine the upset
The very combination would bring
© 2018 Michelle Cook
For a full month of writing prompts, click here! Artichokes and anchovies
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
For a full month of writing prompts, click here! Cloudy dimensions
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
For a full month of writing prompts, click here! Witchy warts
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