Bear Kingdom

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Bear Kingdom

A land of bone-chilling cold

brisk, crisp wind and shimmering snow

of polar bears hunting, their sharp claws and fierce teeth

piercing solid ice in the frigid air.

Shivering, glimmering stars and a cold, full moon

of white ice, brilliant blue.

On the tallest mountain of snow stands a glittering ice castle

locked in the heart of the bears lair, the center of a frozen cave

lies the gleaming, golden sword

the wishing stone at its center

warm rainbow colors shining, beaming

through the ice, searching for her owners

radiating a warmth of light

in an everlasting winter.

Copyright Stacie Eirich August 27 2016


This poem is a glimpse at a fantasy adventure story I’m writing, a story about a young sister & brother who find themselves in adventurous lands filled with animals & magic. The first magical land they encounter is filled with sun and tigers. The second magical land is filled with snow and bears. Fierce, dazzling – unreachable – hiding in the snowy mountains, the polar bears lie in wait, protecting a golden sword that has a very special stone within it.  The bears want its power but don’t understand it. Fierce & dazzling, they will battle to protect their land, and what they believe is their own, against any perceived threats — even children. 

See these previous posts for a Tiger poem and to meet the characters:

Sampson, The Tiger King

Meet Suzie & Jack

Meet Elena & Liam

Linking to Toads weekend poetry challenge: Megafauna (Large Animal)

Little Tiny, Big Magnificient

On the snowy March evening when I was born, weighing 4 pounds – my Dad held me in the palm of his hand, calling me peanut. I was always the smallest kid in class, the tiniest dancer in the recital.  I remember how enormous the stage felt around me, how my voice echoed against its vast space, the warped wooden floor seeming to go on forever into the blackness of the house. Everything felt big, wide – and I was just a speck in the midst of an enormous world.

I was loud with laughter, jumping and tapping and singing. Was this because of my perceived insignificance? As a woman, years later – do I still feel this way? As if I’m stroking through the water but still haven’t reached the other side of the pool?

Water. Rippling, rushing, deep and wide and stretching out so far beyond me – beyond my tiny legs and arms. I will never reach its end. And the stars – strewn across a sky that is even wider, creating amazing patterns in a universe that is too brilliant, too bright. And I underneath, gazing up with awe-filled eyes.

How large I’ve felt when my voice fills an auditorium, soaring above and beyond the space I’m in to reach out through that great sky. So it is with my words, too. They bend, weaving and shaping themselves onto the paper and then become larger when others read them, like the melodies of songs moving through the air can be caught and remembered, shared. I no longer feel little, tiny but wide, vast and endless like the sky above and water below – the Universe around me.

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I blink and see that tiny dancer, that little girl standing on an enormous stage. How big her dreams are, how open her heart and eyes. Wide as the sun, bright as the stars, she is full to bursting with excitement. A firecracker lighting the dark. Is that me?

Yes, yes. I am that dreamer, that daughter, that star-gazer, that swimmer. I am that singer, that writer, that mother – that Woman. I am that Little Tiny.

But I am also that Huge Gigantic. Massive Enormous. Immense Vast. My dreams, my words, my songs – My Voice. Significant and Wide. Reaching out into an endless Universe, a flicker of Big Magnificient in the clouds.

Written in response to the mid-week challenge @Toads – hopefully my poet friends won’t mind that my musings came in the form of prose poetry today.

Thanks for reading, I wish you a day full of dreams! 🙂

Perchance to Dream

Today’s writing prompt from Fireblossom over @Toads is “To sleep, perchance to dream..” from Hamlet. I often write from dreams – real or imagined – and of dreams. But if you know me, have been here before, or read any of my poetry – you already knew that.

Here is a dream that is part real memory, part imagined fantasy. This dream belongs to Suzie, the main character in my work-in-progress novel, Tiger Kingdom.

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Suzie’s Dream

I could hear the paws of the tigers

pounding the pavement, the heaving sound

of their hot breath against

the chilly October air.

I could see their golden eyes

striped coats glinting

in the night shadows

as they ran.

I climbed into bed, freeing the sheet

from underneath Jack’s iron grasp.

I tried to press my eyes closed tight

yet laid there for hours

eyes opening to the streets below

still seeing tiger stripes blazing

in the light of the street lamps

still hearing the sounds of leaves rustling

as they rushed past in the night

the wind moving steadily

through the trees.

Copyright August 18 2016 Stacie Eirich 

If you’d like to know more about my forthcoming novel, visit these previous posts, which introduce the characters & settings through poetry:

Sampson, The Tiger King

Meet Suzie & Jack

Meet Elena & Liam

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