Glimmer Webs of Sunset Spiders..by Donna Earle

Tonight just at dusk I went exploring,
and I found many things outside my door in
the scented ,heavy air of twilight..
always the perfect time to seek
the wonderful and strange
the secret and golden things...
that only children and cats know about.
Tonight I found the glimmer webs of the sunset spiders,
like golden nets they glimmered in
a nook above my door,
and down in the summer woods,
and floating in the air.too...
as if daring me to fly.
The sunset spiders knew that I was there,
indeed,
they stopped their glinting work and watched me
as I sipped my tepid tea and stared at them...
They decided I was ok ,
and once again resumed their lightening spinning,
touching gold and creating beauty
in the night.
Like little stars they wove their magic in the old forgotton corners
of my house and in the green and perfumed trees
they left their treasure.
guarded forever by the winds
the rainbow winds,
that blow from fairyland.
The sunset spiders look like fireflys,
I was mesmerized and could not move...
as they spun their secret webs
in the evening air...
the stars came out and bathed the sky in mist
the glimmer webs were waiting to catch the stardust.

Luna..Lost Child...by Donna Earle

Lost like the moon in a dark sky,
...Where orange lights twinkle afar.
Lost like a babe in the deep wood,
Driving alone in her car.
Luna,no-one can reach you...
You have shut out the uncaring world.
Lost child gone in the morning,
Sweet darling ,moonlit bright girl.
Luna where are you going?
Your eyes are wild like the sea.
Fingernail polish like stardust,
I wish you were coming to me.
But I know your journey is waiting,
You're as far away as a star.
Your face is whiter than snowflakes,
Melancholy, my darling you are.
I will wait here at the gateway,
Until I see you again.
Take my love with you my darling,
Look,my tears are like rain....

Ice Window Diaries...by Donna Earle

In this photo: Add a description The Ice Window Diaries...by Donna Earle In an ice room she's trapped there's no saving her she's almost all ice by now even her eyelashes glitter and her irises are frost she is snow blind.... her cheeks, though frozen,wear a pale color like a fever almost gone, and her lips have the glaze she always wanted... lilac ice.

Cinderella...by Donna Earle

Cinderella ...by Donna Earle

Don't be late from the ball Cinderella,


...
maybe you shouldn't dance the last dance,



even if the goth prince insists.



he will love your encrusted silver gown,



and your glass slippers,



he will try and seduce you...



and you will be seduced,



darkness is a part of you.



the lights of a thousand candles



will lure you,



as will the mimosa



in the castle gardens,



with it's secret scent..



also you will be mesmerized



by the green-eyed god of desire...



but it will be his words



that will charm you,



as he can charm



the very



stars from



heaven.



those words he will whisper...



again and again,



he will be intense,



and you will listen,



and the violins will cry,



and the dark dancers will dance.



Your heart will want to stay



and seek ecstasy



in the onyx chamber...



run away before midnight

Cinderella...

or you will never leave.

Moon...by Donna Earle

Someone else ..she was someone else,

from another era
...
another frame of reality.

She dressed in glittering gowns

of a hundred years ago,

stiff grey taffeta,

and watered silk.

A castle was her home

in her mind.

She walked in the melancholy gardens

beneath the dripping trees

eating peppemints,

and thinking of nothing.

She was someone else

altogether

on summer nights,

and winter nights,too...

She wore jewels left to her

from her grandmother

whom she had adored

beyond reason,

and losing her

had torn her mind

a little....

old gold rings

she had inherited

silver bracelets,

spider-webbed memories

faint shimmering stones

to wear

in her ears...

but everyone said

that,

the mad light in her eyes

was jewel-like too,

and far brighter than the moon

Chill...by Donna Earle

 She started turning to ice when she was little,
she didn't realize it then,
what was happening,
she was too little and too eager to be happy.
But the first time someone hurt her,
with a childish cruelty,
a taunt,
 a snicker,
her fingertips
froze a little...
just tingled a tiny bit,
she hardly noticed it..
just went on playing in her child's world....
As she grew and many more hurts came her way
especially teenage angst and with that pain,
her hair turned white,
and they called her chill girl,
it was cool in a way,

she didn'tt really mind.
In her adult years the hurts were worse,
she thought she was dealing,
thought she was ok....
but by now her face and body were glassy,
pure ice,
cold and chilled,
slightly blue.
all that was alive,
were her eyes and they were green
green ice.

Pink Worlds Far Away From Here...by Donna Earle

She often lay still for hours,on ...the sofa, on dim August evenings,
as dusk made its gentle path over the floor
and dreamt of pink worlds far away from here.
She spent hours at it when her eyes grew tired
and her book dropped softly.
Outside the little evening birds made music straight from heaven,
or those worlds she daydreamed about.
down the yellow hall of her house ,
there was a mirror
and on these evenings she saw,
or imagined she saw,
reflections there.
Pink shadows,
silver-pink,
like nothing
in reality.
they called her away,
away to pink worlds,
and she reached out her hands
in pleasure
to the shadows.
The shadows were so vibrant
silver-pink
like summer suns
glimmering.
they called her name ,
sometimes a litttle wildly,
and then softly,
the charm of the birdsong
somehow held her back.

December ,,,by Donna Earle

December days are crystal ones,and golden ones with turquoise suns.
and falling snow,and nights that glow
as people run.
Run to joy ,a girl ,a boy,
And time is slow.
Days are strange and blue and cold,
Morning shines with frost so bold.
Midnight sings outloud and clear,
Its carols oh so old.
The stars up in an inky sky are wise
So wise...so much more than I.
The forest nights ,December bright,
Are lit by colored spheres,
Faries,elves and sprites of air
Have made their frost homes there.
December crackles and it sings
The lights or joy are lit,
The bells ring out in city streets,
Take joy where you find it.

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December..by Donna Earle December days are crystal ones,and golden ones with turquoise suns. and falling snow,and nights that glow as people run. Run to joy ,a girl ,a boy, And time is slow. Days are strange and blue and cold, Morning shines with frost so bold. Midnight sings outloud and clear, Its carols oh so old. The stars up in an inky sky are wise So wise...so much more than I. The forest nights ,December bright, Are lit by colored spheres, Faries,elves and sprites of air Have made their frost homes there. December crackles and it sings The lights or joy are lit, The bells ring out in city streets, Take joy where you find it.

A Long Road to the Edge of Mexico..by Donna Earle

It's a long ,long road to the edge of Mexico,
Sometimes I ask myself,
Do I really have to go,
To Mexico,
Down Mexico.
And the answer comes back saying yes,
Yes you have to go ,
To Mexico.
I stop in the heat ,the yellow heat,
Although it's cooler now,
I take a drink,
And a small rest.
Above me the sky is all gone purple,
And the stars come out in thousands,
On the long road to the edge of Mexico.
Magical Mexico,
I can hear voices calling me,
From the far lanes of the past,
Come home,come home,
No longer should you roam,
Come home to Mexico.
And I am going there,
It is a long,long way,
A long road to the edge of Mexico.

nobody knows by donna earle

where the little bird goes...
nobody knows.
where the dragons fly,
is another sky.
where the spider spins,
in the misty glens,
thats a fairyland not meant for me,
not meant for you.
where the robin sleeps.
and the green snail creeps.
it's another land,
can't understand.
it's a magic place
where there's ivy lace,
in a secret wood.
if i only could...
i would go away,
with the birds
to play.

FairyGreen...by Donna Earle

I saw a green girl..tree sprite
in a single ray of ligh...t,
I blinked and she was calling,
in the dim and leaving night....
I'm only here for you she said,
I came to fill your heart..
You needed me ..you dreamt of me..
I'm sent from souls afar....
Fairy Green ..
my true friend...
a star from galaxies
so far from here it scares me
sent from bluer seas.
I keep her in my daytime,
I call her back at night,
I see her lime green shadow,
When all is blackest bright.
Fairy Green I wanted,
An alien kind of friend,
Someone who can tell me..
About the waters' end...
I will be so different
because you came to me..
I'm an alien earthling...
Because I now can see..
Light from cosmic oceans..
Music from the moon..
Wisdom from beyond the stars..
You are my claire de lune....See More

Paper Dolls by Donna Earle

.....Paper Dolls...by Donna Earle

In an old apartment building up on Main Street,
Where the north wind cried and moaned through ancient halls,
Dark and I pretended to be grownups,
As we played each afternoon with paper dolls.
Sometimes the sun peeped through the grimy windows,
Casting glimmers on the little girls so fair,
We never noticed sun or wind or people,
Dark and I were lost in bliss so far back there.
Back there on the old worn steps of dreamtime,
The dolls made out of paper were so real.
We had trips to parks and palaces of silver,
We only left to go in for a meal.
In the green and glimmer light
of summer childhood,
Those backsteps held us in a timeless spot.
We were children lost on Main Street,
Me and Darkness....
We had more than many others ever got.
Paper dolls and lights through mermaid windows...
Lemonade to sip like parsley tea...
Secrets echoed through the halls like ghostly laughter,
Oh what times we had...Darkness and me...

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.....Paper Dolls...by Donna Earle In an old apartment building up on Main Street, Where the north wind cried and moaned through ancient halls, Dark and I pretended to be grownups, As we played each afternoon with paper dolls. Sometimes the sun peeped through the grimy windows, Casting glimmers on the little girls so fair, We never noticed sun or wind or people, Dark and I were lost in bliss so far back there. Back there on the old worn steps of dreamtime, The dolls made out of paper were so real. We had trips to parks and palaces of silver, We only left to go in for a meal. In the green and glimmer light of summer childhood, Those backsteps held us in a timeless spot. We were children lost on Main Street, Me and Darkness.... We had more than many others ever got. Paper dolls and lights through mermaid windows... Lemonade to sip like parsley tea... Secrets echoed through the halls like ghostly laughter, Oh what times we had...Darkness and me...

Starla by Donna Earle

Ruby Never Meant to go to California

Ruby Never Meant To Go To California...


Ruby always sat around in sunlight,
Drinking tea from orange china cups.
Picking wildflowers in the wet marsh,
Trying to look down while looking up.
Ruby wandered in the woods in yellow summer,
Peeked in antique shops for lemon glass.
Sat in darkened theatres eating popcorn,
Existing sweetly, lost in her dim past...
She never meant to go to California...
But the purple desert seemed to call to her,
Even as the dreamed in northern moonbeams,
And decorated red pink Juniper.
Ruby longed for sagebrush and the desert,
The haunting sillouette of tumbleweeds,
One day a bus trip brought her to the burning...
The hot and steaming place that she did need.,
Ruby never wanted California
Never meant to leave her snowy home...
But her dreams became a constant ache inside her,
Now she lies in sand and sagebrush all alone.

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Ruby Never Meant To Go To California... Ruby always sat around in sunlight, Drinking tea from orange china cups. Picking wildflowers in the wet marsh, Trying to look down while looking up. Ruby wandered in the woods in yellow summer, Peeked in antique shops for lemon glass. Sat in darkened theatres eating popcorn, Existing sweetly, lost in her dim past... She never meant to go to California... But the purple desert seemed to call to her, Even as the dreamed in northern moonbeams, And decorated red pink Juniper. Ruby longed for sagebrush and the desert, The haunting sillouette of tumbleweeds, One day a bus trip brought her to the burning... The hot and steaming place that she did need., Ruby never wanted California Never meant to leave her snowy home... But her dreams became a constant ache inside her, Now she lies in sand and sagebrush all alone.