To a Second Story Window

Composed 5/13/16
Description: Day 9, several days late, but I have had an extremely busy weekend filled with work and orientation for my practicum, which was the thing that inspired this poem. The theme was “landscape,” the suggested device apostrophe.

Thank you, second story window
For the change in perspective
I was trapped within a cityscape
Crammed with meetings, responsibility
But you changed reality
Instead of sidewalks
I see treetops
The barest glimpse of a concrete wall overtaken
Like the city went to ruin
And nature bloomed overnight
Ivy, green, everything
Overrun by inevitable apocalypse
Now adventure awaits out there
Just outside your view

Adventures (in Fashion)

Composed 2/20/14
Description: Inspired by today’s Daily Prompt: New Sensation, which asked us to describe our favorite fashions from days of yore or current trends we think are stylin’. This prompt hit me at a good time, as my mother took me shopping yesterday, and I’m still riding the high of purchasing a new pair of boots and skinny jeans. To increase my excitement, the weather has (temporarily) taken a turn for the better, meaning today I’ve been able to wear an amazing jacket I bought several weeks ago.

Anyone who has consistently read my blog knows I have a small obsession with boots, which means I have written on my favorite fashion accessory before, both for everyday wear and as an important factor in steampunk.  However, today was just such a perfect example of the amazing sensation dressing this way gives me that I had to write about it again.

Today the snow melts, spewing rapids on pavement
As gray clouds shadow the cool wind’s bereavement
The dark grass ripples in the cold and the mist
Like a kingdom’s great marsh fading into abyss

My lips pull together
A victorious smirk
As I dawn my protection
And step out to lurk

There’s something about leather and twine knee high laces
That takes me off to my favorite places
Tromping through forests with bow on my back
To the castle with sword bracing for attack

With blood red jacket of shining cattle skin
And boots to my thigh with tight jeans fit in
I’m a story tale hero with a warrior’s heart
Fighting for my loved ones and my peoples’ fresh start

I journey through days where potential runs free
To travel, to meet, to love, fight and seize
I chase villains, I battle, meet charming young men
I blow off, I banter, I fall to my whims

And this is the feeling
On those days when I put
Leather sleeve on shoulder
And tall boot on foot

Boots

Composed 10/3/13
Description: I started this poem a few days ago on a VERY rainy day. I loved it. Not only do I just love the rain, but rainy days also give me a great excuse to utilize my favorite fashion accessory. That’s right, you guessed it: boots.  I had a blast with my boots that day.

Ah, I am so glad it’s autumn, so I can justify wearing boots all the time! Because boots are awesome. Here’s why.

There’s something about the beginning
The slipping
The tucking
The lacing
The buckling
I’m armoring up for the day ahead

There’s something about the middle
The clop and strut of heels on pavement
Hunting, climbing over marshes and sand
Cutting through the running waters
Onto the cobblestone
I’m on an adventure

There’s something about the end
Pulling
Slipping
Shaking
Kicking
I’m done

Mission accomplished

Housesitting

Composed 5/21/13
Description: I am currently housesitting for a family as they move their son into an apartment out of state. Though I’ve been at this house many times before, it’s always strange to be at another’s house completely alone with the freedom to explore.

A stranger’s house
Is a castle to be explored
With secret staircases leading to
New rooms
Each one a mystery
Filled with items never seen
Knick-knacks in cabinets
Pictures on fireplaces
Strange food lining the pantry and
Unfamiliar shelves filled with unfamiliar books
Tell stories of an entire life lived
Without your influence

In a world of routine
Everything is new
The squish of a couch
The softness of toilet paper
The smell of bed sheets
The buttons on a remote control

Everything is an adventure
Hidden trashcans plead to be found
Showers are a riddle to be solved
And when the lights grow dim in the night
You are truly lost in the dark
No known notch in the wall
Or corner of a desk
Serves as protector
You are a victim to the demons
Of dark and imagination
Quests for light switches
Are a matter of life and death

And yet
A week of exploring the castle
Makes it shrink
Into the cottage you are used to