Poetry and Stories, Janet C. Ro

The Apple A knife went into an Apple. There was juice everywhere. The sweetness of an Apple abounds. With the juice everywhere. The apple got peeled first and its skin lay curled up to the side, done with. So cold, so hard. So cold, so hard… Wanting all of the flesh. Inside of the skin. An apple is reduced to it’s core teethmarks mark the end, of it’s sweetness. the core lays next to its skin, no longer an apple. The Pie Slice and slice and slice, lay in goo, concentrated in the hottest of heats for the perfect amount of time. blanketed. with an occasional hole for air. the intense heat had to abate And you couldn’t help your mouth. from attacking the goo, oozing out from the slits that were made for cooling. The Bruised Apple An apple got tossed rather hard against the bottom of a barrel. She cried out, but the other apples used her to bounce off of t...

A Witch in a Sprites Forest Three sprites were gaily laughing by the light of the good moon making the crowd adore them and making all the men swoon But sprites they were and noone could touch them with their left or right so treasured they were for their lives that showed their spritely might. Betty was a spinner and she had great hair of gold she brushed it a thousand times a day she did! so truth be told- Angela was a singer but so shy she never spoke it was assumed aside from song her voice was merely broke Lily was a dancer and she danced so well indeed she could run and move with so much grace and unbelievable speed The sprites had one great mission that they were so adorned they had to feed and protect a magical unicorn. The unicorn stood small in its stall a baby in it’s right. Growing by the nurturing of their spritely might. The unicorn did slowly grow and he did laugh and sing his purpose w...

Angel sees Sprite An Angel hung from heaven just above the stormy sea he saw a Sprite sing from a branch of an elderly oak tree She sang a tune so lovely that he fell from heaven’s limb wanting to be part of her lonely moaning hymn oh Fairy, little Sprite I see tell me will you be mine? I heard your broken heart cry yes I heard your saddened whine Angel looked around her and saw the coming change he rescued her from the trees branch before the wind could maim The air was turning inside out the ground was heaving up the water stirred so heavy- the volcanoes would erupt The fire lept up from the ground, the water surged forth hard Sprite hung so frightened from her tree her escape became barred So Angel gave up heaven and he flew to save his Sprite He sheltered her between his wings and flew with all his might Who are you? she asked in breaths for now she couldn’t breathe the changes all around her ...

Digging for Seahorses We’re sitting by the seaside with the secrets of the sea beckoning to us with waves that lap up to our knees: Dig, said a gentle wave and see what you will find. we dug so at the seas request admist the nights moonshine And there they were the seahorses laying in a sandy tomb Oh no, they said to us this is our secret womb. They glistened in the moonlight and shook with childish glee indicating to us that they wanted the good sea. So I stood and picked one up and what did my mind find: a daydream oh so beautiful a walk with him, while blind: The daydream was of Seahorse swimming   hard into the sea: pregnant with the mystery the sea is known to be. fragile so so precious I let my Seahorse go knowing that his beauty in my daydreams I will know- You walk with your good seahorse in a lovely daydream gaze the seahorse that you hold brings forth dreams that so amaze- We dug...