Stories, Fairytales & Dreams

A continuation of my previous post, Visual Poems: A Breath for Eye, Mind & Soul — here are some of my latest creations which combine photography, art & poetry.


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Her footsteps echoed among shelves covered in dust,

rows of pages colored with age but alive,

stories she needed to breathe.

img_1958She lay in a red rose garden amongst thistle & brier,

fingers resting in hues of gold lion’s fur,

lost in fanciful dreams.

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Ribbons of light dance beside windswept pages,

pen scrawling poems as the sky changes color,

dreams falling onto pages like leaves

in the September Sun.

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She cries porcelain tears,

painting her face with sadness,

waiting for him to fill her empty heart

with a sky full of rainbow stars.

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In the stillness of night my shadow extends,

soul tattered & worn, a skeleton of a woman

etched in the silver tranquility of the moon.

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She dreamt of him under cherry blossoms,

salty sea wind in her hair,

eyes full of moonlight,

teardrops falling on crimson rose.

Stacie Eirich Copyright September 25, 2016

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Thank you for reading! These short poems and beautiful images reflect some of the things I love most — nature, fairy tales, dreams & books. There are endless stories out there, if only we look & listen for them. Have a wonderful week–with moments to read, listen & dream. -Stacie 

*Note* I do not own the artwork (Google free images) above, only the words. 

 

Blanket of Star-Dreams

Blanket of Star-DreamsWeaving magic by the moon’s silver gleams

I wrap my mind in a downy blanket of star-dreams

Sky spilling bright stars from a purple night sky

whilst secret wishes by fairies golden dust fly

playing with beams of light in a secret garden of pleasure

pulling toys from a wooden box full of treasure

dancing with fluffy bears, painted puppets & china dolls, a joyful sight

the moon-man smiling down in playful delight.

Copyright September 11, 2016 Stacie Eirich

*This micro-poem written in response to Toad’s Sunday challenge – a poem of 10 or less lines “weaving a spell.” I find that any spell I write includes the magic of the moon & stars — with a touch of fairy tale added in. With this one, I felt the pull of a favorite childhood story very strongly – Nora’s Stars by Satomi Ichikawa. It is beautifully written and illustrated in watercolors. It’s the story of how Nora visits her grandmother and has an extraordinary, magical adventure overnight, as her toys come to life and she asks for the stars from the sky. Here’s a link to it on Goodreads: Nora’s Stars

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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! 🙂