Category: Creative writing

This is where I will attempt to post any of my attempts at creative writing!

Whimsical promises…

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I sit beneath the cherry blossom, sun soft against my skin the breeze dancing through my hair and the blue sky above watching me. Eye’s closed I listen to the earth, her song as she skips past dancing through atoms. Around me forms a serene calm, a melody of candy floss pink and budding greens.

I am reminded through the implosion of fragrant rose petal that I am alive, reminded through the explosion of Purple lavender buds that I breathe, reminded through the soft silk cherry blossom that I am one with the universe.

Around the me the world is consumed by distractions, the cars busying to their next destination, the man walking beside his Dog, one day dreams of a game of catch, the other thinks only of home. The rustling bags filled with treats and tinkling of coins as bells ring in triumph of debts collected. Even the clouds rush by, no where to go and no reason to stay.

I close my eyes, lose myself in the echoes of childhood dreams, fairy tales and fantasies still to be discovered…

Karen Hayward © 2018

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A Glimpse at the Ride.

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Some people come into our lives forever,
Some just so we may catch aglimpse of our soul.
They put us on the right path,
They’re a beacon of light on the darkest nights.
They show us the dreams that we do not see.

They say we walk the earth with the very same souls.
Each life, Each time, repeating a pattern,
repeating a crime. With each familiar echo
our soul connects. Sometimes with laughter,
sometimes with kindness, sometimes with love and
sometimes the knowledge of having it tough.

And in among the de ja vu
you discover the missing piece of you.
The mirror reflection; bits gone,
without detection. An image of your dreams
your heart, your soul. Everything new but everything,
you already knew.

The twin flame doesn’t bring Love, lust,
or salvation. A twin flame whispers in your ear,
that they are always near. No matter how far,
even the furthest star. They show you your path.
They are love that is unseen, they are the reason you dream.
They are not the missing piece, of your soul, they
are you. And they always knew, as did you.

They are the fire in your flame, listen
as they whisper your name.
They are the light that leads you into the night.
They are not the love that fills your thoughts,
they are the breath that gets caught.
Throughout our days, they say,
that our souls will meet, and filled with
heat, we will know.

Some will grow old, along by our side,
Some come along, for a glimpse at the ride,
some of them unknown,
away they do hide.
All of them
here for a moment
at our sides.

Karen Hayward (Copyright) 2015.

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Did intrigue kill the cat too?

Is intrigue like
curiosity?
Is the cat taken
to slaughter
as she paws
at tender thoughts?
Will she be hung
drawn and
quartered
for the mouse
that wasn’t
caught?

Perhaps intrigue
Is gentler,
has an essence of
English rose
Whimsical fairies
dancing between
daffodil toes
in the mornings
sea mist.. that
kisses blush
lips…

But what if she be
the cat
of death that calls
through peeking eyes
of intrigue and
turquoise skies
as noose tightens
nine lives
lightened as
blood smears axe
as curiosity attacks…

So then if curiosity
be’s not the fate
of ole girl Ginger
as she paws through
the curse of black
mist that licks
at her mind
in the devils light
then, it can only be…

the kiss of white
mist, penetrating night
on thoughts of days
long lingered
whilst curiosity
may have
killed the cat..
Intrigue…
stirs her
primal call
from slumber

Karen Hayward ©2018

My Goddess of the night

Do you see her,
my goddess ruling
the night skies,
an inferno of energy
surging through my veins…
I am one,
whole,
the fires of pure need
rise within me
as her blue embrace
caresses the lost
embers of my spirit.

She has woken
her light reigns
down upon Gaia
Pearlescent tears of
purity giving life
within the ascending
beats,
my Goddess,
do you feel her?
She rises within each of us,
tickling the inner sanctuary
of our soul
Waking us from
eternal slumber…
She is the essence
yin,
succubus,
goddess and elemental…

My twilight love
dancing across stars
skipping through darkness
Winged horses
draw forth her
silver chariot
as she swims
through the
Celestial
oceans…

Blessed are those
who tonight will see
my queen bleed
crimson hues eclipsed
in a moments
ethereal beauty.
Blessed are those who
feel without sight,
her energy-their life
force… Blessed are
those who rise in
the blue hues
of Selene’s
glorious
night skies.

Do you see her?
My Goddess rising
to rule her
Queen-dom
Do you feel her?

Karen Hayward ©2018

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Tinker tailor soldier… 

Sometimes you can bite a tongue too deep,
Awaken a dormant sleeping beast,
A scorpio was never born to be meek
Her protective stance is her sleep…

But scales must be aligned, to be fair
You ever wondered how she got there?
A Lone walker, she needs no one to care
Self destruct, from a single source they share.

Now silence echoes as the future calls
A blip on the radar she will cut the cord
Pull at the lines and break her own fall
At best it will leave her just a little bit sore.

For meekness was never her skin
and respect not given where dues
Is the strength it now brings
as she wanders away,
to forget about you, for the loss
of respect, where respect was due.

Karen Hayward ©2018 image and words