Domino

It took her hours.
Trembling fingers,
As she bit her lip
And her finger slipped.

Now the domino shall fall
And make a sound of its own.
And that sound shall be laughter
From the lips of a girl.

Imogen Dock

She climbed on the mossy rocks
As the waves wildly beat the coastline.
Her fingers dug into the muddy green
As his face disappeared beyond the murky sea.

She was his muse.
Light rosette curls
That danced in the swirling wind.
Her eyes the color of the raging sea.

He was a simple Sheppard
That cared for his fathers flock.
Wild sheep with curled wool
Just like Imogen Dock's

She sat on the cliff
And was swept out to sea
Like a soft drifting flower
Beat by the white raging waves.

The young lad jumped
And reached for her hand.
But he failed you see? Because
The dancing cookie already saved her.

Ha-ha!!!

-Liliya Mazur

Harvest Moon

There is a girl.
She has no name.
Whose song is sweet.
She has no blame.

She sings the song,
And out it goes.
And as it fly’s
To where? Who knows?

A mocking bird’s reply
Repeats the words that she has said
With no emotion
As if were dead.

She sings again
Into the wind.
An echo’s sound
The words come ‘round.

They sing this time
A breath a word.
A melody,
A stomping herd.

The bird is gone
And sings her song.
And out it goes
To where? Who knows?

She stands alone
And sings her song.
Longing for the
One who’s gone.

The bird returns
And sings a tune.
Of shooting stars
And bright blue moon.

She listens with
Attentive ear.
This song is sweet
The tune is dear.

Ah, now she knows.
He sang to her
This song she’s heard.
Together they were.

Morning flowers,
Rolling hills,
They skipped along
They had their will.

They were young
And both were sweet
Said farewell
Until they’d meet.

Their paths parted.
And years rolled by.
She stood there waiting.
Tears in her eye.

He never came.
Would he stand true?
Promised
“I’ll come back for you.”

It couldn't be.
It was a lie.
It wasn’t him.
And if, then why?

The bird’s reply
A calming tune
He sang the song
Of bright blue moon.

She sang her song
And sang they both
A stringed duet
Childhood oath.

The bird flew far
And run she did
And as she fell
Its path was hid.

He came to her
And took her hand
Sang a song
From a far-off land.

She sang along
A stringed duet
A memory
Of how they’d met.

She was a girl.
She had no name.
Her song was sweet.
She had no blame.

Shooting stars
Up above and
Bright blue moon.
She felt unloved.

She sang her lonely song.
He came to her
And held her hand.
His love, the cure.

Photograph by Betsy

Photograph by Ben

Photographs by Betsy