A Forest of Wonder


A Forest of Wonder

As quickly as I had become aware of the silence in the trees around me, so too now was I aware of the changing winds. What had at first been a cool, calming breeze was now whipping fast and cold, slicing through my clothes & into my skin. The once clear sky above seemed to be thickening, darkening in a fog. And there was an overpowering smell, sweet like honeysuckle & cloves. I wanted to hold my breath, but instead covered my nose with my sleeve, my eyes watering. Through teary, blurred vision I saw a dark form drifting within the fog, her spiny long fingers like shadows reaching down towards the earth. I watched them, terrified and awed at the same time. She was terrifying – awful, but beautiful. Suddenly I was aware that my arm was reaching out and up, towards her. I felt an electricity that was at once both powerful and edifying. And then I could hear them, a chorus of voices singing to me in a beautiful foreign language; the enchanted lyrics seeped into my cold skin like liquid warmth flowing into empty veins. It was beautiful and comforting, though I didn’t understand the foreign words. But that didn’t seem to matter. All that mattered was maintaining my connection to this beautiful creature of night; Lady Death who had come to the Forest of Wonder to lay claim to my heart, my mind, my soul. She would spirit me away to her ethereal home in the night sky, above the watchful eyes of the forest, the stars blinking out as we flew by in the darkness.

Copyright September 19, 2016 Stacie Eirich

Written in response to the weekend mini challenge at Toads: Following a Thread: Write a Narrative Poem. I’ve incorporated Lady Death into my prose-poem, which was the prompt there from this past Thurs.

Thanks for reading & visiting Space to Dream! In these next few months, I’m going to be posting a bit less than usual — once a week is what I’m shooting for. This is due to working other jobs (yes, real ones, LOL!), my children’s busy fall season schedules, and continued work on my novel Tiger Kingdom.  I do promise to keep sharing poetry & short prose as time allows! I’m happy to part of a thriving blogging & poetry community.

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.


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! 🙂

Love though the storm


I didn’t plan to write today, didn’t plan to share this blog post. But my pen found the page this morning as a solace needed from the storm, and my heart needs to share it with you.

The irony is that the last time wrote, I spoke of the beauty of Louisiana – the blue in its waters, sky and rain – and now, the flood waters rise again and that beauty is muted. Muted by devastated homes, stranded drivers and ruined by-ways. What song could I sing now, or poem could I write – that would tell of the sorrow and hope in this place? This is a place of strength, of resilience even in the brokenness. How many times must the people here, who call it home, pick themselves back up, re-making their lives against rising waters and battered homes? Their hearts broken, their spirits shadowed by a wind and rain.

I’ve written of Louisiana’s gentle rain – warm & sweet, cool & refreshing – yet there is another kind, its harsh, cruel sister rain. She thrashes against windowpanes, tearing down anything in her path and roaring through the streets like a hungry animal. When will she be sated?

We cry out in her midst for relief that seems to come only when her waters have broken the levees, rushed into our homes and claimed them for hers. We sing our prayers to a sky raining pain and raise our heads into a never-ending shower, it drowns and rinses us clean at the same time. Still we whisper our prayers to one another, joining in a hopeful chorus against her destruction. Like Christ we will rise again from the ashes in victory – to begin another day in this place. This place of tremendous sorrow, joy, and hope — Hope — HOPE! Enough to dance, to sing, to celebrate through the darkness and love through the storm.

Copyright August 14 2016 Stacie Eirich

*Note* Written for all my friends in southeast Louisiana whose lives are at this moment, as they’ve been before, being impacted by the rising flood waters. May we be resilient together, and persevere in this beautiful place we call home. Today may have sorrow in it, but it is our joy and hope that will see us through! With love —

*For a hope-filled poem written earlier this season, click on the title link below: Hope Rising.

Hope Rising