Persephone Song
Almond trees bursting blankets of bloom
Lark song whistling wildly gay
Daylight
Glistening water waves
Breezes teasing gentle tresses
Cold, dead-time’s gloom
Vanished in sparkling rays
In sight
Persephone stays
Seed burst forth
Brightening, rightening Mother’s ways.
– Urania
February 28, 2008
AMBER TRIPS THE LIGHT FANTASTIC
By Robin Jenkins
Chapter 3
The Garden
Amber walked amid the flowering bushes. There were rose trees and jasmine bushes and honeysuckle vines; there were mock orange bushes and lilac bushes. On the ground, she saw grass and patches of clover with tiny lavender flowers. The air smelled like a pot of wild honey.
As she bent down to sniff a rose, she noticed sunlight glinting through dewdrops. All about her, she heard the chattering of birds as they fluttered between branches. Rustling in the breeze were leaves the shape of silver dollars.
As she bent down to sniff a rose, she noticed sunlight glinting through the dew drops.
Out of the corner of her eye, she spied a huge, upside-down tree. The roots stretched up into heaven and the branches curved downward like an inverted cup resting on the ground. As she turned her head to look at the upside-down tree, it disappeared.
Brigit Bright
Lady of Flame and Forge
Bring rhymes, some hymns, good times and song.
Awaken minds
Our hands keep deft and strong.
Bring sparkle to eyes
And wit to tongue.
Little spark to flame doth rise
Old Year out, New Year
Young!
Script spells
Wills done
Bright Lady
Sing
Sun!
–Urania, February 01, 2008
Year rollin’ round
Ringing days, stringing lays
Ma and Pa Hornet lined the bamboo wind chime
With a rose petal quilt.
Wind flurries, leaf blurries
Knockin’ nest:
“Clunk, blunk, clackety-whak.”
Flamboyant Bird of Paradise raining
Yellow confetti, her lust
Stubborn. November crowns waving
In her hair – proclaiming their skinny Queen.
Rows and rows of fat, purple Mums
Bending in the breeze as the black bees
Dive and hover, dancing lovers
Cover the sunny discs with kisses.
Ma bendin’ needle through buttons
And brushin’ off cat hair from good
Old coat – fingers fattening, joints
Inflaming, quietly humming. No use naming,
Blaming the numbing dark, cold coming.
Year’s rollin’ round.
– Urania
Nov. 1979
Amber Trips the Light Fantastic
By Robin Jenkins
Chapter 2
Phoebe and the White Bird
”This is a tube,” thought Amber as she reached out and tried to touch the light bands of blue, violet, red, orange, yellow and green. The light could not be felt, yet it passed through her body, lighting her up like a rainbow.
“Was that a wind chime?” she asked as she looked to see what was making a tingling noise.
“Ah! I’ve found it!” she cried as she shut her fingers over a diamond-cut crystal that sped through the yellow band.
Amber Trips the Light Fantastic
By Robin Jenkins
CHAPTER 1
The Spider and the Fly
A beam of sunshine raced through the windowpane and Amber watched the particles bounce and float. She shut her eyes and thought, “Nap, nap, nap,” as she watched spots of yellow and red and blue change shapes against the blackness of her closed eyelids.
”Nap is almost over. Time to get up … in five minutes or seven or ten. Why do grown-ups make children take naps?” she wondered. “Are we supposed to be sleepy in the afternoon because we are small (which I am not)? Two minutes, three minutes, eight minutes. When will the nap be over so I can stop wasting time – get up, get up and live? If we were supposed to sleep in the afternoon, the Sun would go out for twenty minutes or forty minutes or whatever it is that is a nap.”
Trying to stay awake, Amber looked at the golden elephant clock on the wall. The time was exactly 2:37 in the afternoon.
Introduction
Back in 1988, I wrote a piece of children’s literature that I call Amber Trips the Light Fantastic. It’s a fantasy novel done in the old dream-vision format. This story is not just for children, but also meant for adults.
The main character Amber is about the age of seven, when children may become aware of the concept of mortality upon losing a beloved pet.
This book is written for the young adult audience, from the age of 12 and up. It’s also for adults.
I will publish Amber Trips the Light Fantastic here at Brigits Well in installments. I reserve all copyrights.
Magical Language of Birds
He insults and yells.
She tunes him out and learns to hear
The magical language of birds.
He screams, turns red, spittle flies
As she builds walls to shut far from near.
The King of Swords rings bells, death knells.
She learns to see kaleidoscopes in trees
And balances on beams of equinox light.
News comes he’s fallen on his sword
While she’s become adept
In the Mystical Language of Accord.
