Holiday Coffee

In the spirit of the holiday, today I’m sharing a poem that I wrote a few years ago late in December, when Christmas was almost upon us. I hope you are keeping warm this month & enjoying all the wonderful sights, sounds, smells & tastes of the season. I wish you stress-free moments & peace after your shopping is done!

Holiday Coffee

Floating down through the foggy air, a mist of chill

rests itself into my black coffee,

causing the heat inside my cup to rise and envelop me.

Its outline shows in the reflection

of the thin glassed window beside me,

my breath forms a barrier on its surface, making it

impossible to see

the bustle of holiday shoppers in the snowy depths

on the other side.


I am here for that solitary feeling,

stirring my sugar, one single lump, I watch it swirl

and lighten the liquids color.

I add the milky film of cream and transform it further,

until it nearly matches the flowing flakes nestling

near that window,

they form an off-white cylinder near my boots

where I have tracked a in a bit.


Those delicate flakes are the only part of the world

I have let in

to this silent moment,

as I sip my holiday treasure,

away from the hurrying and scurrying,

content to be in the presence of only myself,

until my cup is empty and I must

rejoin the masses,

being the last minute shopper

that I am…

Copyright Stacie Eirich December 13, 2016

For those who’ve been following the progress of my novel, Tiger Kingdom & The Book of Destiny – you can now read and listen to the Prologue + Chapters 1, 2, 3 at the links below. It will be published in 3 short days on Amazon, December 16th!

Tiger Kingdom & The Book of Destiny – Prologue

Tiger Kingdom & The Book of Destiny – Chapter 1: Tiger’s Escape

Tiger Kingdom & The Book of Destiny – Chapter 2: Suzie & Jack

Tiger Kingdom & The Book of Destiny – Chapter 3: A Magic Key



Tiger Kingdom & The Book of Destiny – Chapter 3: A Magic Key

I hope you enjoy this final preview to Tiger Kingdom & The Book of Destiny. The full novel will be published on Amazon – Friday, December 16th! It will be available as both a paperback & an e-book. It’s been an amazing adventure to write my first novel. My hope is that the story of Tiger Kingdom inspires many readers, young & old – to imagine & dream!


Chapter 2: A Magic Key

As Mrs. Drake spoke, I felt my excitement waning, then plunging down deep into the pit of my stomach, turning to dread. There’s nothing I hate more than a writing assignment. It isn’t that I don’t have ideas—they swirl in my head so fast that my pencil can never keep up! At the end, I’m left with a jumble of letters that often make no sense to anyone but me. I sat with my journal opened to a fresh, clean lined page. I stared into it, willing my pencil to begin the words. Instead, I began to draw. I drew the tigers, their bold stripes bending along their backs, their paws held up in mid-flight, flying across the page. With each line, my pencil moved faster, my heart beat stronger, and I felt the familiar rush of creating something.

Around me, everything seemed still, the classroom silent except for the scratching of pencils on paper. I didn’t look up from my drawing, though, wanting to add the details of my dream. As I began drawing the streetlamp in the background, something seemed to glimmer on the page. I raised it up from the desk, shaking it as if to shake away dust. But now the paper seemed to be glowing, right in my hand. I stared, my pencil suspended in the air in disbelief. In the shadow of the streetlamp I had drawn was an outline of something. I put the paper right up to my eye. It was a key. I dropped my pencil, head jerking up to look around the classroom.

But I wasn’t in the classroom any more. I was outside, standing in the darkness. A streetlamp glowed near me. It was as if I had closed my eyes and stepped into my drawing—into my dream where the tigers had been. How is this possible? I gaped.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by a thundering, a pounding so loud it vibrated the ground below me. The tigers! As if in response, my own feet spun into action and I ran, the cold wind biting my skin as I rushed forward. But I heard another sound on the wind, this one a high-pitched melody. It seemed to twinkle and echo, repeating over and over, pulling me in the other direction, away from the road. I turned toward it, running straight into the thorny brambles of a rosebush.

“Arrrrgh! Owww!” I cried as I fell sideways into the thorns. I had never been an athlete, and in fact was something of a klutz. I cursed myself for my two left feet, feeling the pain of fresh scrapes on my legs. I rolled away from the bush, peering down to see if there was any blood, hoping I wouldn’t have to test my nursing skills too. Something was glowing in the grass next to me.

It was the key. It shone as bright as gold, with a beautiful blue stone at its center. Around the stone were three animal shapes: a tiger, a bear, and a bird. And there were symbols on it, too, which looked like ancient hieroglyphic script. I stared at it, transfixed. The music I had heard seemed to be louder now—as if coming from the key itself. Enchanted by its power, and with the pain of my legs forgotten, I reached out my hand and picked it up.