Samantha and Rhys snippet

Humming, Samantha folded creamy linen over the contents of the whicker basket and then sang out, “Oh, Rhy-yss?”

“What.”

The tone was disgruntled at best, but someone of a less cheerful disposition than Samantha would consider it closer to irascible. Turning from the counter, she looked into large golden cat eyes that all but glared at her and then turned their balefulness onto something that struggled beneath one large and white-mitted paw.

“What do you have there, Rhys?”

“Some slithery something.”

“Well, let go of it and let’s get going.”

The warm summer breeze blowing through the cottage window blew long, ginger fur forward. “I’d just as soon not. It smells like rain.”

“Rain or not, I’ve a ham haunch I want to take to Cleo.”

“Cleo is big enough to see to her own food. She’s done so long before you found her.” Furry lips curled back. “’Sides, I am not a dragon keeper.”

Samantha’s laughter silvered through the cottage. “We’re not feeding her ‘cause she needs it. We’re bonding.”

“You have me. What need do you have to bond with a creature bigger than this cottage? A cold-blooded serpentine one at that?”

“Companionship, Rhys, for darling grumpy you and for me. And dragon magic.”

Rhys studied her face for a moment and then tilted his paw sideways until it was clear what he held captive.

“A lizard, Rhys?”

“Yes.” Leaning forward, he closed white teeth over the lizard’s tail and then bit deliberately through it. The severed end thrashed on the kitchen tile while the end with the head opened wide its mouth in a silent scream.

“Rhys!” she shrieked. “That creature is only a fraction of your size.” Her hands went to her hips. “It could not possibly hurt you, and it’s not anything you’d even consider eating. Why would you do such a thing?”

Rhys removed his paw, and they both watched as the tailless lizard streaked out of sight, and then he turned his wide eyes on her.

“What will happen to the lizard now, Sammy?”

“What do you mean?”

“I will tell you. It will hurt for a while, I suppose, if lizards feel pain in their tails, but it will grow a new one.” Tall ears twitched forward and then back. “You want to take me to dine with a lizard a hundred or so times my size. One that breathes fire.

Samantha huffed. “So?”

“Cats don’t grow new tails, Sammy.” His tail thumped the floor. “Nor do little girls grow new heads. Not even the witchy ones.”

Defiance

Speak your words, loud and foul and see my head, turning

Raise your fist, high and big and see my chin, lifting

Twirl your knife, flipping end over end and hear my voice, daring

Turn the chamber, spinning round and round and see my smile, taunting

Do your worst and I'll do my best and we'll see who wins this dance of death

While I learn so very well a new way to hate you.

She Weaves a Web

Fingers in air
she weaves a web,
one strand here and
one strand there.
Dressed in dew,
she glistens of morning.
Dancing in thyme,
she smells of spices.
Singing of love,
she spins a spell
and fills her bath
with scent of Myrrh.
One more turn and
in goes Frankincense.
Moment by moment,
strand by strand,
in a weave
ever more intricate,
building a new life
full of dreams and
in those dreams
she sees a new way
coming nigh.

Silence

I've listened to your dreams and your fear and your pain
I've held you when you cried, sipped the tears when they've rained
rocked you in my arms when nightmares ruled the night
walked with you through darkness when clouds hid the light
talked with you of everything beneath the big round moon
shown you the depths of me in the quiet of our room
whispered of my need for you, my breath inside your ear
tangled my legs with yours, sighed my release against your skin
lain wrapped all about with you, hands fisting in our hair
listened to your voice, talking, singing, sighing, telling me of love
filling the emptiness of me, heart and soul and mind and marrow
'til there's not one atom left of me that does not bear your touch
and the only way free of you is in the silence of death.

They Talk to Me..

They talk to me,
These leaves whispering in my ears,
Of summer days and moonlit nights
Running fields of swaying grain.
You after me, me after you,
Exploring jungles of green-stalk rows
Dressed in palest corn-silk cream.

Grandmother’s voice, soft southern in my head,
Telling me, “Young ladies, their clothing never shed
When running woodlands wild and free.”
Oh, but I know they do, for I saw them,
With nary a stitch, my mother and father too,
Rolling in sweet clover in the glen,
Laughing and sighing beneath a star-washed sky.

Grandfather’s words curling about inside my mind,
Spinning tales of then and before
When the world was new,
And adventure waited ‘round every bend.
The moon shone farther away than man had ever been,
Felines were magical and mystical,
And alabaster unicorns walked the Earth.

Father’s laughter, soft then loud,
And ever wrapping children about
With a warmth warmer than sun’s rays.
Walking streambeds in forest and meadow,
Whispering greenery high over head,
Shushing woodland floor beneath our feet.
We learned of Vikings while hunting Indian arrowheads.

Mother’s song filled our world
Softly flowing, lilting, crooning,
Winging us through our days and nights
To the sun, the moon, the Milky Way,
Then back to our world of dancing shadows
Where there lived nary a seed of doubt,
They loved us and we loved them.

We’ll never be loved as we were then,
But what we had will always be
Whispering in my ears, talking to me
Of woven tales of then and yore,
Adventure waiting ‘round every bend.
Tales of felines magical and mystical
And unicorns that walked the Earth.