First Words—July 11-13, 2018

I have written every day for the last three days, but forgotten to post them here—and I have a long day ahead today, so I’ll keep it short.

July 11—October’s Short Story

Today, I sat in the old gum tree, looking at the ground below. A footpath left a concrete barrier between the edge of the road and the sparse, dry grass beneath me. I’d been sitting there for almost an hour when I finally saw what I’d been waiting for—a unicorn, trotting happily down the middle of the road, its hooves tap, tap, tapping on the dotted centre line.
There you are, I thought, but I did not say it out loud.


July 12—October’s Short Story

I watched the tilt of its head, glad I was screened by a fine film of she-oak needles as well as gum leaves.

Whatever it was up to, it was being Hella cautious about it.
I stayed up in the tree, following the ghost-white shimmer of its fur as it doubled back towards the bridge. That was curious—as far as I knew the portal to the Other Realms only worked one way, and that was the side of the bridge I was on. The side under the she-oaks… well, I hadn’t thought to try coming through that way.

July 13—Another 365 Days of Poetry

I once lived in the forest’s shade
and hope to live there, once again.
I walked beneath the great trees,
protected from the rain.

I got up every morning,
when the early light was grey,
before the leaves above me
turned to gold in dawn’s bright rays,

And when war came to the forest,
I fled it with the rest
for none could stand against the horde
and the demon’s burning crest....

Would you like to read more?
Early collections of poetry—365 Days of Poetry and 366 Days of Poetry are both available, as is Harper’sChoice.