My heart leaps. What could this exotic woodland gypsy possibly mean? She doesn’t stop to explain, but continues her slow march through an archway of Sumac and into the thicket with the noble Chiron by her side. This twist in our encounter intrigues me. My power to resist squelched. Chiron has shot his golden arrow into my heart … More Lost and Found … Part II
Prompt: Late summer. You’re wandering, lost in the woods. You come across a gypsy wagon, and you call out…”hello?” ~*~ “Hello! Is anyone there?” The Gypsy Vanner stands quietly beside me. Such a docile giant I’ve just found wandering lost in the woods. I give him a gentle pat on his strong yet soft piebald neck, his … More Lost and Found
~*~ “Oooh, will you look at that! Look at what she’s wearing?” Ethel did as her sister bade and turned to see Poe’s bride sashaying formidably down the aisle. “I say, isn’t that a treat, then?” exclaimed Ethel with some enthusiasm. “Whad’r’ya sayin’?” moped Mable. “It’s ‘orrendous!” “What are you saying, you myopic mad woman? This is tremendous! Dark … More It Takes All Kinds
“It might also be possible that the world has whatever meaning you attach or, perhaps bring, to it,” Aunt Rose cautioned Sally. “Never take what anyone says at face value. Always explore something and measure it against your own truth. And, if you don’t know what your truth is, seek it out.” “How do I do that, auntie?” young … More Ignorance Is Rarely Bliss
~*~ Abandoned in the woods of my mind The music I used to make. The songs I used to sing. The choral symphonies and A cappella wonders that resonated So deeply at the time I could never Imagine my life without them. Then life happened. A new chapter unfolded. A change of direction. The … More Music Never Dies
There, upon a Tuscan Hill, Survey the cypress, tall and still Saluting to the burning sky As setting sun to all says “Arrivederci!” ~*~ Something a little quirky courtesy of my recent trip to Italia. Thanks for stopping by … Dorothy ©Dorothy Chiotti … Aimwell CreativeWorks 2014
~*~ Lights out … Lurking, Shadow dweller. Haunting and predatory. In the night You cross the boundary. Advance. Faceless, but not Formless. Familiar. Menacing. Paralysis overwhelms. Screams, But no sound. Terror’s creep keeps creeping. Shallow, my breath. * {Breathe.} * Thoughts form. {Be different.} Words speak. Low. Monotone. Controlled, somehow. “What do you want?” I … More Night Terror(ist)
~*~ My world ~ Breath by breath An ever-expanding, Colour-full balloon of Possibility. Easing toward divine potential. What changed? Me. ~*~ Took me a long time and a lot of personal work to begin to feel this way. It hasn’t been easy, but it has been worth it. And, the journey continues … Thanks for … More What Changed?
“These people, who launch fireworks like every weekend is the fourth of July, just don’t get it, do they?” Sarah leapt from her chair, a look of worry planted in her eyes. “What’s that?” Michael asked in all innocence. “I don’t hear anything.” Sarah eyeballed him. “Of course you don’t. It hasn’t started yet. Just … More After The Thrill Is Gone … Maybe
~*~ “Mummy … what’s that smell, you know, after it rains?” Cindy looks at me with her big, brown eyes full of wonder, just a hint of a pucker on her lips to show me she’s not really sure what she’s smelling. “Feet, darling.” “Feet!” Now her look is one of abject horror. I’ve thrown … More After It Rains
Shedding Light on the Family Tree 