WishingUnderThatStar

    Harvesting cloud crystals was a perilous job. It involved dodging lightening storms, evading pirates and encountering hostile locals. Crews often spent days, sometimes even weeks, in the sky combing the clouds for crystals.    Kale was swabbing the deck until Wart, who was stationed at the crow's nest, cried, “A swarm is coming our way, starboard side!”    The crew froze. It was unusual to come across jellyfish in the sky, especially in these parts. The captain closed his eyes and listened. He grunted. “Sounds like a bunch of gabbing old lady jellyfish. Bring in our nets! Stop the engine and drop anchor. I’m not

    Wrapped in malevolent shadows, the church only granted entrance to those with an invitation.    Sitting in the pews, eagerly awaiting his arrival, she played with the hem of her black dress. Cold air met the back of her neck. She shivered, wrapping her arms around her body. She was becoming susceptible to the cold. Only the old or the dying felt frost's embrace, and she refused to be either.    Tashlir would arrive soon. She'd stayed in this little village longer than expected. It was custom to breeze through towns and villages but it had been three weeks since she arrived. It was a fortnight since they argued.    After making his ac

    Elina had not expected it to rain glitter. She distinctly remembered this early morning’s outcome on the weather slot machine: warm sunshine. It had been the same outcome for the last five weeks. The world didn’t run on the unexpected. Everything was meticulously planned, right down to the last mini-second.    For the world to suddenly change unsettling. There was no room for change or individuality. Decided upon by the people in the Main Building, everything had been allocated a colour. Those working in public service and medicine wore white, industrial workers wore brown, politicians or those who have a placement at the Ma

The summer fruit of her kiss, blossoms into soft red petals and deepens the kiss with her thorns. I prick my tongue and bleed, showing my devotion to her. The ripened berries burst, rouge and orange mingling onto the pallet. It burns like acid, fighting for survival. Those passionate deep lips, fall and freeze over my skin. She loses the spring in her step, and her green fingers hesitates to touch soil. Back to hibernation, where her dreams reflect reality. Time turns back momentarily and the cycle begins, bringing a new year.

Peacock dresses swirl with shades of the night, Contrasting against the sea of smiles. The wheel of the ladder is the hardest thing to grasp With the coolness of another's hands. Golden wheat to cherry pink, Emerald green to rippled blues Swarms of buzzing hues. Wisps of smoke float past me, leaving me in the corner. Alone. By a flick of a paintbrush, a stranger of purple appears. He bows and takes my hand, merging our two colours on the canvas. The Royal begins to take the lead, caressing me and Simply increasing our territory. And as we grow old together, the foundation fills with splatters Like a range of berries bursting and

Dream, little pirate. Dragging the past in silence, Chasing a lost childhood. Stranded on your ship, Without a crew. From the shore, caught somewhere in time, Solace seeks a dying man. Your last words, Caught in a scream in the wind.

Juggling umbrellas into the streaked sky; canopies of tangerine, orchid white and sapphire. Twirling handles with broken frames. Into the streaked sky, I'm juggling umbrellas.

Dimples accompany her smile, like children opening their first birthday present or wise women reminiscing. Morning fog, sighing over the hills, calling a lost friend. Soft, unrelenting voice, tart like lemon cheesecake, softened by cream ravines and crumbling mountains. Canary wings in flight, yellow haze seducing fireflies, taking us away to beginning and end.

Indigo acrylics, oozing glossy paint like ink blots on manilla envelopes. Sound of Aesop's fables running wild in children's imaginations A pianist, playing notes that fall sweet on the tongue, like pancakes laden with sugar Accompanied with a glass of Frosted snowflakes. Silky memories like a Delicate pashmina A cloudy froth, like dreams riding waves.

walking the red arch bridge in a green mandarin gown, cherry blossoms fall in your wake looking above, your sky blue paper parasol tips the breeze carries you to join the Chinese flying lanterns