More inspiration from Practical Magic. Love remains the greatest power.
Our magical threads
By Michelle Morris
20/09/2026
This family tree
Not a perfect history
Blessings and curses
Always our reality
An ancient line
Our magical threads
Seeds sown deep
Grown to perfection
The mystery
The stories old
Love torn apart
Curses unfolded
Sisterly love
Family ties
Mothers and fathers
Loved ones who died
This history
We can't repeat
Time to break the curse
To bleed for freedom
Our blood we spill
Combining our hands
Destroying the darkness
Changes time and sands
That hourglass
We just reversed
Love overcame
Our family curse
And you and me
Our love and light
Forever expanded
To win the fight
© Michelle Morris, 2026
The memories of autumn
when the leaves change
and the cool wind blows
often evolve around family
Picking apples, pumpkin patches,
colors of leaves combining
as my boys jumped in piles raked
together just for that purpose
Before they reached adulthood
and went their own ways
and illness settled in our midst
Autumn represented closeness and hope
While hope still exists, the autumn
breeze doesn't smell like it anymore,
and piles of leaves don't bring laughter
as the empty nest empties the festivities
Independence and death have separated
us from our boys, yet we still have each other
Autumn looks and feels so different, but this
is where hope and love rewrite the script
But the loneliness of Autumns past and joy
that will never come again in those ways
leaves a scar but beautiful memories,
that I choose to embrace and enjoy
VIVID SILHOUETTES
bedraggled
claustrophobic
thrillingly
sourced
imposing
a resonate
view
in
a
definite
rampant
strange
compelling
covering
to
radiate
animated
oozing
bizarre
& vigorous
struggles
untamed
inconguous
precarious
translucent
compelling
study
so exceptional
with
potential
renderings
subtle
accomplished
splendid
& a
sophisticated
painterly panache
a
colossal
gushing
&combining
the
original
curious
naturalistic
reserve
sublime
in serene
expansive
creativity
I realized what I’d left behind
When I was almost there,
But with my brand new “senior” mind,
I didn’t quite prepare.
The Met* was where I’d headed to,
About a mile away,
My membership renewal due;
I’d visit and I’d pay.
To make things lighter, I’d switched bags,
For when it’s summer weather,
My spirit and my shoulder sags
When weighted down with leather.
I’d moved my phone, my notebook, keys
And thought that I was finished,
Until a sudden thought did seize.
(My brain’s not all diminished!)
I didn’t have my little case
With credit card and money.
No way for me to thus replace
My member card. What’s funny
Is that I’d felt proud of my plan,
Combining art and mission,
Forgetting that my brain cells can
Reject so much ambition.
*Metropolitan Museum of Art
It’s misty green and blue I bleed from my eyes
And the pale moonlight watches as I tear my shirt
And jeans as I am transitioning from man to wolf
The scent of her clusters of camphire and estrus
Holy smoke and evergreen has got me howling
As the thurible is swung I'm still howling, better run
It’s midnight purple patches that I use to bandage
The wounds after necking with a vampire, in my veins
There’s a fire of passion and I can’t help myself
Ironically, I help myself anyway, to another banquet of kisses
Your porcelain skin, and my engorged eyes filled with skies
This vision let down on a silken sheet, a sight for blood red eyes
Oh the lavender sickness of vervain
And as you wait I have the musty smell of legends
To unfurl, and the crystal ball tells the future and past
Midnight purple patches and misty blue and green
Set the scene combining for this reverie of Aphrodite with arms
More arms than Shiva even Durga to pull at you
Don’t pull me under with you, my life is just beginning
Blackness, please leave me alone, I sleep in silver strands
As sleep demands and the sun is coursing over
They come together all in one place
tinker and traveller, Roma and gypsy,
with all who belong by grace as one race
under one roof while no one seems tipsy.
Count Me In has begun with a gesture
Appleby St Lawrence offering the space
for each here to hear in a new venture
music uplifting for all to embrace.
Skills arising from guitar and fiddle,
accordion and harp, percussion and pipe,
folk songs and ballads, nothing too little,
poems and testimony, hopeful and ripe.
Many expressions of who each of us are
brought here together wherever we're from.
Home made refreshments (milk from the Spar)
sustaining the fun, with applause like a prom.
'What does this mean?' with Festival and Fair
combining as one in celebration.
Just like Pentecost there's joy in the air
harmony overcoming separation.
With all our difference we are together
fired by the Spirit it's a time to treasure.
Appleby Horse Fair with reference to Acts chapter 2
Flowing like sunrise light
and moonlight combining, to become love light
to my sight
shining for me~
always shining to give insight
to me~
always
the pathway’s bright
gaze
flowing like sunrise light
always shining to give insight,
gaze!
Grandiosity has my curiosity,
Increasing the velocity,
Is raising the viscosity,
Of the space around me.
The energy of my entity,
So dense i can finally see,
All the positivity.
Pulling it into my reality,
My own gravity field,
To wield at my discretion,
It always brings a lesson.
Progression none the less,
Cleaning up the mess,
Pressing forward a witness.
Sit within nothing less,
Then greatness,
Blessed are those who believe,
They are worthy to receive.
Working to achieve the dream,
Grieving for those feeling behind,
Designed by the mind,
grandiosity guides the blind.
Forcing you to find,
Multiple paths that unwind,
Intertwined like vines,
Many different timelines,
Start to become aligned.
Combining dreams with reality,
And the growing capacity,
To hold all that me.
Amplifying my mind,
Using Earths substance I find,
I am defining the line.
Darkness is also Divine,
Just waiting for light to shine,
Combining the experience.
The clearance to be you,
No matter what you do,
Unapologetically too.
There's only one thing that's true,
You view a creation,
In relation to the Source.
A creative force,
Enforcing what you see,
Atoms exist naturally,
Building your reality.
If you believe in gravity,
That is what will be,
Set your mind free,
The possibilities are endless.
This realm is to express,
To impress yourself,
Progressing consciousness.
An obnoxious definition,
Limits the magician in me,
Reaching to be set free,
Teaching me who I used to be.
Rooted in eternity,
The plants help me see,
Truth in connectivity,
Amplifying my reality.
Some stunt that happened.
Combining brain power and blanket creases.
Or plopping down with my eyes.
Or adjusting and clearing my throat the whole time.
Time, rushed, guidance.
Two weeks and nuance.
Heightened normalcy.
Some stunt that happened with nuance and scribbles.
I still have some of that pencil lead screeching, hopefulness…
They don’t burst- they’re just not that glamorous after all.
So nothing happened.
I’m a dry, cobwebbed throat.
With eyes that never happened.
Barefaced and Itchy
Outrageously plain —
Arrives on request.
Give up the ghost.
Fortissimo crisp,
Boring as it is,
Unrelenting noise
Ringing nonstop.
Can’t adapt well
While deaf;
Sight diminishing,
I’m decaying —
Losing weight
And patience.
My thoughts melting,
Combining with something else —
Alien, for sure.
Its beauty inexplicable,
So I omit justification
For her purpose.
I could go without glory,
It seems selfish.
I feign well enough
To ignore her:
Vindictive narcissist,
Productive behavior.
I’m alive only because
The ringing is louder
Than melancholy.
Look on the black side —
Pretty sure I’m immortal,
A god, because I say so.
I lost control of this
A bit ago,
But I’m keeping it anyway.
Goodnight.
xo
Serene dawn smiles with vibrant glow
welcoming blest hope that smites woe...
radiance dispels night's gloom
greeting morn dew midst God's warmth
now pervading along peace
as grace* wakes to reign.
*1 Peter 5:10 But the God of all grace, who hath called us unto his eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after that ye have suffered a while, make you perfect, stablish, strengthen, settle you."
October 8, 2025
3rd place, "MAKE IT TWO, PLEASE" Verse Poetry Writing Contest: A Poem combining Couplet and Dodoitsu poetry forms
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud; judged on 10/8/2025
We are all schizophrenic-
But with minds that aren’t defined.
Wisping reality to a picture of
A reflection of our minds.
We all have mental illness
Or we all are men
Whose constant visions and desires
Create the what, where, when.
We all have gone half crazy,
Chasing all the naught.
Forgetting all we dreamed to become,
To carve a heart we sought.
We all are schizophrenic-
Making fact what we want it to be,
Combining all our lies and light
To form our own reality…
I am an elder and I am a dragon.
Therefore I am an elder dragon.
You may bow, kneel or plead before me.
And I will respect you if you will respect me.
I fell to this planet from the far further space.
And have been witness to all-time in this space.
Unfortunately I have not written any books.
But my words carry more weight than books.
Ask me a SIMPLE question.
And I will get you many answers to your question.
Humans will still reason and request a simple answer.
Answers from bottom left, to top, to bottom right.to left, to right are all answers.
You will then ask what is wisdom.
Combining lessons of past, experiences of current and imaginations of future is wisdom.
You feel off kilter when visiting me.
But I am in my element when shrouded by my winged me.
You should not let your child play with fire.
Yet your child asks me where is my fire.
Come inside my cave to view the stag leg might.
But you might end up feeling my might.
If you are content, step back into the light.
But I will not join you as I am afraid of the light.
EXPLANATION
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The result can then be digitally displayed,posted,or printed as a hard copy & stored
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