While the moon is young in the sky.


For a moment breathing with me.


My bedrock, my roots, my dynasty.

-M.E. InkOwl

On-The-Go- Humble

Flit of wing upon a shifting sea,

Green and amethyst tossing in the breeze.

With a lazy loop bee meets flower,

Liquid gold has its start.

Beat of wings, exhaled breath, closing of an eye,

Off it zooms to the next tossing jewel.

Life begins, life ends, life is along each black and yellow stripe,

As watching I reside.

-M.E. InkOwl


Upon an open road we drive,

Leaving our history long behind.

Before us an arch of temporal powers glide,

Into this maelstrom must we hide.

For darkness gathers behind mountains of jet,

Searching to drag our spirits back.

A devourer of worlds splits ours apart,

Snuffing our light and stopping each heart.

Now rocks spit from beneath our tires,

Our bodies lurching forward feeding upon hope’s fires.

With a snap and hiss the gate closes tight,

And we transcend into streaks of blurring light.

Toward the future?

Into the past?

Only our path’s end will tell.

-M.E. InkOwl

Four Friends

We four friends found each other,

When the world was young.

Rows of dark earth stretched on,

Reaching to the horizon.

As saplings we stretched our leaves skyward,

Roots diving down searching for water.

Others stood by us leaves vying for the sun.

But they all fell short of our growing trunks,

And rings of countless winter.

Time passes as the world grew more wild,

And always we stood steadfast together.

Now our branches grow heavy with age,

And our wisdom is born on our bark.

We four friends will continue to stand,

Until each one of us falls into dust.

So listen close to our whispering leaves,

As we each bare testament to life.

-M.E. InkOwl

This Fence

How many of us leaned against this fence?

In times of joy, in times of pain?

How many of us stood there,

Wishing this moment would never end.

I remember standing below the lilacs as they bloomed.

Watching the sun heat up hanging iron horse shoes.

It was a lazy moment.

The smell of lilac heavy on my face.

Sun warming the skin of my neck.

Breathing deep and sinking in.

I touch this fence and felt my young body transcend.

-M.E. InkOwl

On-The-Go- Thistle Born

Thistle upon a wandering down,

Have you been searching for what has been found?

Guard your beauty with hook and thorn,

Hide behind stalks tall and forlorn.

Thistle bloom so secrets bore,

Wish me well as forgotten lore.

-M.E. InkOwl

In A Day Dream

Day dream upon a rippling sky,

Watch as small wonders blossom in sight.

As an Otter taking to a stream,

We glide into a sea of imagination.

With sails aglow and hopes high,

An adventure is ours ripe for the picking.

Now let us be off with no looking back,

And dive into a day dream upon a rippling sky.

-M.E. InkOwl

Saturday Writing Prompt

I thought it would be fun to throw a more interactive post for all of you out there following the InkOwl. It’s always interesting when I get a chance to learn more about you.

Read the prompt below and write a response to it on your own blog. Your response can be in flash fiction, thought, journal, poem or prose form. It’s up to you! You can share your link in the comments below. Be sure to tag the InkOwl. Good luck! I can hardly wait to see what you create!

Prompt: “I missed you.”

-M.E. InkOwl


awake and remember

your eyes once burned gold

and power one lost may yet be remembered

pull out stone tablet

read forth runes of an older age

summon the waiting dark

let flight the phoenix’s fire

-M.E. InkOwl