Between Cloud and Stone

“Run!” My feet plead as I stand before it all.

The sky stretches far beyond my small body as wind tosses grass about.

“Go.” Whispers my hands, aching to reach out and propel me forward.

Shadows play over a vast patchwork quilt of alfalfa and sage.

“Move.” Says the wind as it dances around my ears.

Sunlight warms my skin, enhancing a feeling of sleepiness.

“Step.” Thrums my heart, quickening as my pupils constrict in excitement.

And as a stick thrown into a gurgling stream, I surged.

-M.E. InkOwl

Summer’ Last Breath

We played upon the gentle graces of Summer’s last breath.

Between tree and water, our lives stood still.

Before us lay a pool of inspiration,

Waiting to be released upon willing minds.

The sun warmed our skin, even as a whisper of fall came calling.

Around us, leaves began to turn and our very bones felt a subtle shift.

“Winter is coming.” The earth spoke to us.

-M.E. InkOwl



To live and be full,

To die and leave empty.

I cry more tears to keep your heart afloat.

You have none, yet give me all.

-M.E. InkOwl


Where-with did you come,

From garden paradise?

I knew thee as one of old,

But now as a babe, you come walking.

For long hath since the world turned away,

From God’s great work ascending.

To me, you came and in thy youth,

Your trials never-ending.

-M.E. InkOwl

Waiting for Lilacs

The sky grew darker still, a spring storm rising in the West. But I stood stalk still, listening to the giant twisting hedge.

Broad leaves have sprouted from sticks of Winter, their wick a vibrant green. But I knew further beauty lay buried deep within.

“Michael, come on it’s time to go!” Called mother from the car. We were to leave and come back soon when Lilacs were in full bloom.

But I knew the grip of summer time would burn those lilacs clean, so standing there, upon a small hillock I waited for the Spring.

For Lilacs are the sweetest bud, beyond roses, lilies or cornflower. For from their mouths sweet music rings and turns the wind to wine so fair.

Mother called again, “Come on kid! We’re already late, the storm’s almost here.”

And so with reluctance, I turned my back on a green hedge so bare. And knew within my deepest parts, I’d miss those Lilacs bloom.

-M.E. InkOwl

Haiku #2


Rise oh bones of yew

Drink up dust from yonder earth

Resurrect the light


-M.E. InkOwl


Home is what I call thee.

For as doth my bones ache to be removed from thee,

So singeth the blood within my veins.

My heart whispers, “Stayeth a while, lest thou wander too far.”

For upon my brow is etched a righteous design,

To be, forever, cradled within a basin of perfection.

Here I am complete, comforted by thy familiar embrace.

Young am I in thine infinite gaze, a bee upon a flower.

But even as the sun’s rays fall, so will I,

Never to be returned.

-M.E. InkOwl



Heaven’s Door

Here we sit at heaven’s door,

You with your stick and I with my rock.

Between our naked feet glimmer slick trout,

Their light dancing between the clouds.

Above us we find the sky opening wide,

Our thoughts whisked away by a breath.

And as you look upon my face I see,

The divinity which burns within.

Your mortal frame holds patience still,

While deep within, forever grows.

My eyes behold an endless joy,

Far deeper than words can combine.

And as we wait, two sprites just birthed,

You smile at me, upon Heaven’s door

-M.E. InkOwl