Musings and creative writing by submission
The music soars and swoops, Rippling fingers caress the keys Showering shivery delights into the dark, Tingling the senses. Notes tumble over notes, Free-wheeling, mellow, Shifting moods with easy grace, Gifts of the elegant jazz man. And caught in time’s…
Act One (1918) He pressed against the rough parapet, Ankle deep in putrid mud Oblivious to the stench of filth and rot Meandering through the trenches, Home to: Red-eyed rats — fat and satisfied, Blank-eyed soldiers — gaunt and terrified.…
Midnight has passed, The lake is black, Masses of distant stars Shimmer, decorating the sky, A dazzling Christmas tree. The lonely wail of a train Disturbs this stillness, And, then, leisurely fades Beyond shadowy hills. Abruptly, like an…
Butterflies, in delicate dress, Yellow, orange, ebony tinted, Dance, weaving flirtatiously Amongst flower petals Ablaze in scarlet and lavender In our sun-drenched garden. Monarchs and painted ladies Enticed by the light. Moths, creatures of the night, Sombre in smoke…
Across the rippling lake, Beyond the island necklace, Rising imperiously over manicured hills, Cascades of billowing clouds drift, Sun-dipped to slate shades commingle Creating shifting phantom shapes Or bodies in postures of repose, Allowing mortal thoughts to float, A fleeting…
Coal-black, sleek, cackling titans, Foreboding, demonic and dark Edgar Allen Poe’s fond familiars; But—those aren’t our ravens, oh no Muskoka’s are practical jokers Bursting garbage bags with ease Willful, comedic tricksters Partaking of gourmet delights While scattering the odorous rest…
The vista unfolds before me A familiar, though ever-changing picture Viewed once again from my comfortable niche. At ease, I sit, pillow surrounded, Contemplating reflectively On fall’s stealthy intrusion into this scene, Albeit early. Chipmunks and squirrels, legs spinning, lawn…
(With apologies to Ogden Nash) Morning has come, the sun has ris, I wonder where my glasses is, Disappearing like socks in the wash, Beneath cushions, beds, and sofas, Smirking at my frenzied search, Glasses is asses! …
A murky veil blurs the hills Shades of gray depress the sky Mary Lake lies still, leaden, Islands squat dismally, While sodden leaves, drooping Absorb this wearisome deluge. Hanging from the glistening rail, Shiny droplets lose their tenuous grip; Petunias…
A blanket of silence, white and still, Covers the wintry lake, No hint of warmth wrapped within. Shadows, like unsheathed sabres Lying abandoned, link islands to shore. Assuming a stern military stance, Hills in rigid, glacial rows Glare icily at…