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Sky parchment writings by Vivian and Lance

of wingless flutter and a summer wind


painted kites with tails of cotton sheets

skip among drifting



small town children, barefooted, tug

on string attached to


wood framed airships, green eyes as

to watch like Catis eye



spun off of fingers with knees buried

‘round a sandy circle


smell of twisted hemp on hands gets

lost in lake



calls by parents echo off in a distance

as swimming trunks


stay wet, dripping bodies run home

late through neighbor’s



little Tommy thinking it can’t be time

to take a


bath, just a waste of water for a

little gunk left



my ears, surely parents to believe

Rover ate my homework


and send me straight to bed

meanwhile Sally worries

about old


Mr McElroy’s yard with a bear of a

guard barking and


carrying on, “Hoot” goes the owl,

now escalating the



all of us children now wishing

we were already home


as the roar of thunder from a

distant storm rolls



safely being tucked in under

the covers with


Mommy and Daddy in the next



Copyright 08/08/2013

Vivian Locastro Dawson & Lance Sheridan


the long walk out of a fairy tale

she was a wayfarer, a puddle muddy 
water jumper
so because the wooded forest
was left a stumper tree
in the shallow root
by the double bladed axe
so because there were no more
wooded bridges
elves and gnomes disappeared
like children’s sleds 
when they stepped into bigger shoes;
she puddle wet damp foot caught 
the cold to pass 
time in reverie or inaction, the fairy tale
was hours away, so because
it was a notion
grandfather clocks have grandfather souls inside
forty day period, quarantine for the house
guest so because he cheated
on her life love with the 
involuntary gambit
she be sitting on the poignant chair,
it painfully affected her feelings,
so because of the dirt path back 
and the disturbing 
sheep on a dirt path to avoid wolf in clothing
she dressed in the cool summer dress, 
hand painted inside a mind affected
by the dry rain weather so because
of no umbrella, gave it to
the sheep to disguise
he adjacent at a joint after plunking
her aggie in the street play,
so because he tried to boss 
out the fairy tail 
love scene
soda fountain jerk like a crime boss syndicate
she watches the stopwatch, not for
the accuracy, but for the 
quicksand warning, so because no 
allowed swimming, only thirty
minutes after eating
now she waits for the dragon slayer
white horse knight 
bachelor man,
so because she was deeply
wound bandaged loved,
like wwi french soldiers in 
muddy trenches,
awakens next morn living alone
so because she chose the
solidarity common age
spinster opinion,
also to charwoman clean when
cobwebs from a fairy tale cling
so because of marbles, dirt paths
and sowed dragon’s teeth.
Copyright © 04/11/2013 Ðark Ṝoasted Ƣoetry®