Ronan: Ghoul of the Underworld

[Hi 🙂 It’s been a while since I posted anything. I’ve recently started my master’s degree and I’ve been busy busy busy. In an attempt to keep the writing magic alive, here’s a story/poem I’ve had in my head for a few days. Happy October! ❤ ] 

My first impression of Earth
Is that it is too bright
Much more luminous
Than the Underworld

It makes me ache for home
But I have a job to do
My ears twitch at the sound
Of car tires and sirens

But my fingers
Rest upon cool bricks
As I step into the shadows
Of an alley

Where a body lay
Of a man with a dirty jacket
And a beard peppered with gray
His pulse has been silent for hours

I pull a jar from my bag
Its glass as clear as water
Orbs of blue, green, and orange light
Swirling around in a dance

The orbs of light
Are human souls
I pull out my dagger
Inscribed with ancient texts

And I speak one of the chants aloud
In my native, whispery tongue
The dagger glows with black and green energy
And an orange soul emerges from the man’s ear

With my blade,
I guide it to the jar
Capturing the orb.
It panics at first

Zig-zagging around
But with a second chant
The spirit is sedated
And it floats to the bottom

Into a deep sleep.
I check my assignment scroll
And see that this corpse
Is a Category D5

He has no family
No close ties
And no one knows he is here
I whisper a final chant

And the body fades away
Sending him to be buried
With his closest ancestors
Embraced by Mother Earth

My name is Ronan
Ghoul of the Underworld
Daughter of Rylan and River
And I have just captured my first soul.

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Detours

Whispering winds

Forces of change

The moon is my evolution

But I feel like I’m in chains

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Everyone says to stay the course

No one is comfortable with detours

But I want to see the horizon

I want to taste the infinite shore.

The Two Princesses Who Fell In Love

[This is from a collection of family-friendly LGBT poems I’d been working on. In honor of pride month, I figured I’d share this one. I think we could use more stories about girls finding their princess charming, don’t you? ❤ 🙂 ]

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There once were two princesses

Who fell in love

Princess Mae liked to tame dragons

Who breathed fire in the sky above

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Princess Lotus liked to garden

And cared for her flowers all day

I’m guessing that you’re wondering

How she met Princess Mae

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One day Lotus was watering Daisies

The sun was hot, but she didn’t tire

But then a dragon swooped from the sky

And started breathing fire!

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She had big, scaly wings

And great sharp claws

She didn’t follow any rules

She didn’t follow any laws

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Fire drifted toward the ground

But Lotus wasn’t scared

She just wanted her roses

And her buttercups to be spared

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The dragon was about to land

On a patch of blue tulips

But Princess Mae said, “Stop right there,”

And put her hands on her hips

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She held a silver shield

And a golden lasso

The dragon tried to get away

But she was far too slow

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Mae captured the dragon

And gave her a potion to make her sleep

“Don’t worry,” the princess said to Lotus,

“I’ll take her to the mountains, then set her free.”

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Lotus gave Mae a great big hug

And thanked her for saving her flowers

The next thing she knew, the sun was setting

And the two had been talking for hours

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They talked about dragons and flowers

They talked about parties and tea

They talked about battles and kingdoms

They talked about magic and the sea

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Lotus thought Mae was the bravest,

Smartest, most beautiful princess of all

She asked if she would like to have tea

In the morning, just after dawn

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Lotus agreed, then used her magic lasso

To take the dragon away

And, as promised, the two of them had tea

The very next day

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After tea, Mae showed her the garden

Where they laughed and sang and ran

And that is how the love story

Of Princess Mae and Princess Lotus began.

Hold On

If you feel broken

Like things won’t get better

Like the ground is caving in

Hold on

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If nothing feels right

If you’ve lost your spark

If nothing feels interesting anymore

Hold on

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If your purpose feels empty

If you feel lonely

If your dreams fell apart

Hold on

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If you need a friend

If the future seems hopeless

If you can’t get out of bed

Hold on.

The Baby Who Crossed the River on His Mother’s Back

[A poem inspired by the kids being held at tender age shelters in Texas, in response to families being separated.] 

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I hear other kids crying

As I wake up from my nap

And I don’t remember

Where I am

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I look around

There’s toys and games

But no one is playing

Some kids are quiet in the corner

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Where’s my mom?

I remember holding onto her

We took a long journey

She told me things would be okay

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That she’d make a better life for me

She told me things would be okay

Where is she?

It comes back to me real slow

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She had to say goodbye

Some strange men separated us

She said she’d see me again soon

Everything happened in a blur

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It happened so fast

I fell asleep

I felt like I’d been awake

For so long…

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A nurse comes over

And tries to give me a toy

But I don’t want a toy, I want my mom.

Please. My mom. Where is my mom?

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