Category: Sonnet

Curse Breaker, Fantasy, poem, poetry, Sarn, Shayari, Sonnet18 Comments

Whispers in Stone

Melinda Kucsera

Whispers in Stone Thirteen years ago… Sarn chased sparkles dancing in tides washing the shore. He lifted rocks seeking their shine. Rocks rubbed his soles, sun warmed him, water sloshed his breeches, his numb fingers caught that shine. A spark blossomed in the smoky stone heart. it winks, changes to blazing lips that speak. Sarn shrugged, pressed the rock to his ear in part, copying the kids with shells. The rock speaks words that tumble like pebbles down a hill. Its cadence soothed him; he discerned one word out of the tumult which bounced ’round until it fired his magic and out burst that word: “Lumir,” he said, naming, giving a shape to potential, allowing light … Continue reading Whispers in Stone

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Thankful Son

Melinda Kucsera

Thankful Son Ran listened; his uncle argued trouble but Papa ignored that; he’d decided. Papa’s words formed a warm, happy bubble. He was thankful for Ran, who sat beside. Ran hopped from table onto Papa’s lap. “I’m thankful for you too,” he said through tears. He recalled his mom, who left like a slap– leaving a sting that still caused tears and fears for Papa who had a dangerous job. Papa talked in his sleep and Ran listened. “You’ve still got me. I’ll won’t leave you, don’t sob. It’s okay to miss her,” Papa tightened the hug squeezing out a smile, not tears. Papa’s assurance chased … Continue reading Thankful Son

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Deadpan – Photo Fiction #13

Melinda Kucsera

Deadpan She’d come to this crossroad after a long journey that had caused her to circle back to the broken town; it’s where she belongs. Why’d she think she could leave it and backpack to a better future? Not for those glittering streets paved in gold, diamond strewn skies left behind in this smokeless ruin whose siren called her back. With this gun she’s hewn from bric-a-brac, she’s stalking streets she knows, counting the cracks ’til she finds one oozing a clown. She fires at it taking it down. It flops into a puddle; its losing ground. She stuffs its remains … Continue reading Deadpan – Photo Fiction #13

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Thanksgiving Plans

Melinda Kucsera

Thanksgiving Plans “Why do we have to celebrate this year? We didn’t last year,” Miren grumbled, tossing graphite sticks at the paper stack too near a cheerful four year old, who sat browsing. Ran’s ears were pricked for interesting talk. “Why change? Why do you want to celebrate?” “Because things are better,” Sarn broke off. Chalk that up to change. He no longer berate fate or himself for his failings; his son was happy; his bro went to school and that was enough to be thankful for. He’d won some respect and he should celebrate that. “Nolo invited us and we’re going.” Miren glared but he didn’t … Continue reading Thanksgiving Plans

Fantasy, Ironwood, Lake Neverthrall, poem, poetry, Shayari, Sonnet6 Comments

The Seacher: Malenthanren, Dragon of Shayari

Melinda Kucsera

The Searcher: Malentharen A dragon sleeps ‘neath Neverthrall’s waters. Shayari’s great lake, that inland sea, makes a perfect place to search for Ironwood’s daughter. White sparkles collect on the dragon’s snake hide, in a cloud those brilliant motes rise, breach the lake’s surface and like a star shot, streak ‘cross the sky. Over Ironwood Keep to reach the lost daughter of a cursed line whose loss could snap the world in two. Thus he sends his consciousness roaming, past villages who take no fright at his star overhead, flying day or night to eat the mileage. Eventually the country he … Continue reading The Seacher: Malenthanren, Dragon of Shayari

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Thankful

Melinda Kucsera

Thankful “Do You know what I’m thankful for?” Sarn asked. “No,” Ran said, walking beside, hand fisted in his father’s trouser leg. They walked past many statues as the tunnel twisted, but the question kept his son from straying even though the lad’s fingers itched to trace the stone folded, imitating cloth draping. Quiet wrapped them up and kept the slow pace. “What you thankful for?” Ran asked, when Sarn failed to say. Sarn smiled at his son, “can’t you guess?” Ran’s brow furrowed as the lad tried and failed to work it out. “You tell me, I not guess.” Sarn scooped … Continue reading Thankful

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Divided

Melinda Kucsera

Divided If Sarn could split his time ‘tween two places, and two places only, he’d have to choose Mount Eredren as one of his bases to fulfill his indenture’s terms or lose the bargain he’d made for his bro’s schooling. If his indenture allowed a second abode, (which it didn’t), he’d make that grueling trek to Mithranza Provence. It beckoned, its mountain passes whispered of wars won and lost by heroes of old; in the lake- side village, he’d stay for months for her sake, the lovely woman with whom he’d begun a friendship his indenture didn’t allow and something his master couldn’t disavow. ~ ~ ~ Read more about Sarn in … Continue reading Divided

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Changes

Melinda Kucsera

Changes “Change comes whether you want it to or not.” so Nolo said; Sarn believed him, he wished he knew what to do. His stomach in knots, he watched the day fade; in his heart he fished for answers, found none. He had a magic he couldn’t control and it had lots of triggers; most he couldn’t guess. His life was so tragic and he hated it. One day, he figures that power will kill him. Every seven years it will spike, increase his ability. His son, Ran, approached holding his stuffed bear, reminding him of life’s fragility. The boy had inherited the … Continue reading Changes

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Steadfast – Writing 101 #15

Melinda Kucsera

“Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.” — J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring Steadfast When the road darkens will you stand with me? ‘Neath threatening skies will you run beside? Towards storm clouds hurling lightning, come with me. ‘Cross restless seas, down cresting waves we’ll slide. When trouble threatens my bow’s unlimbered, my arrow’s knocked and my aim’s true; for through it all I’ll stand with you, ‘gainst angry birds or demon hordes, or monsters that chew. When the road darkens will you stand with me? Or will you lose your faith and run away? Will … Continue reading Steadfast – Writing 101 #15

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What the Ant Saw

Melinda Kucsera

What the Ant Saw What the ant saw when he stopped on a branch: golden rays slicing through tangled black boughs, falling in curtains of lace that hung off each branch like gossamer threads of gold fairy down. What the ant saw when he paused on a ledge: a city built on shimmering water, bridges arching ‘tween buildings, statues edge each garden terrace; keep feet off water. What the ant saw from the mountain’s bent cone: ice kissed, sun soaked, the crag peak pierces clouds, offers views of a fluffy land rain-sewn, wind-driven, sky-veiling–this puffy shroud. All the ant saw made his antennae twitch, … Continue reading What the Ant Saw

Fantasy, poem, poetry, Sonnet

Not my kitchen, not my pots, not my mess…

Melinda Kucsera

…nor my castle–what the hell happened here? I changed my skin to evade the Witch hence. (She’d never stoop to chase a house cat here.) And either I changed planes of existence on my romp-and-mice-stomp, or that witchy brat had a  trans-dimensional gewgaw. What’re the odds of getting to my duchy unharmed without chalk dust or hands to draw the spell circle that’ll cut reality a new hole that leads to my comfy chair? Just a hair’s breadth’s all I need to be free. Maybe my claws can scratch it out, repair the dislocation of my person and set me back home enthroned with my tea set. ~ ~ … Continue reading Not my kitchen, not my pots, not my mess…

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Wishful Thinking

Melinda Kucsera

On a heath sitting beneath a toadstool, his head’s in his hands; his wings’re folded; his fairy tail swishes, and like a fool he’s wishing that Prince Charming’s blindfolded state won’t continue. It’s all that twit Cinder’s doing; the belle of the ball cast a spell. That glass slipper’s its trigger; it hinders all rational thought; the Prince’s not well, not since she banished Pink. Without invite, he can’t go; there’s no one to  break the spell. A beloved voice booms out and he takes flight. Cinder’s gone; fairy dust falls, breaks the spell. “I thought I’d lost you, my friend,” the Prince … Continue reading Wishful Thinking

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The Power of Touch

Melinda Kucsera

The Power of Touch Sarn stared at the ceiling thinking adult thoughts that vexed. His son watched hoping his bright gaze would burn a hole. It didn’t. Ran consults his rocks, licks each one ’til a shape takes sight. “Star,” Ran says, hands it to Papa. Mind still turned within, Papa takes the rock turning it over in his hands; a green glow builds, wills the rock to bend, stretch, reveal its yearning and just when Ran can take no more suspense– a matte black star now floats ‘tween papa’s hands. Ran reaches into that warm tingle, dense with magic; Papa returns from dreamland. He stares,  clutched in son’s … Continue reading The Power of Touch

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Peacock Spy & Peacock to the Rescue

Melinda Kucsera

The Peacock Spy The white peacock strutted about the yard; through its eyes he peered and counted sentries, saw a cage where a boy huddled; ten yards to the gate and three guards at the entry. “Did you see him?” inquired his brother, elbowing Flair, his connection broke–damn. “I can rescue him without help, brother.” Phaedron laughed at the thought. Flair sought that damn bird’s mind again, connected, drew himself across the link, felt feathers ‘stead of flesh. He strutted to the cage; it sat on a shelf. The boy uncurled, blinked, “you’re here in the flesh?” Flair shook his head; his young sib … Continue reading Peacock Spy & Peacock to the Rescue

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Captive Dragon – Writing 101 # 14 & Friday Fiction with Ronovan Writes

Melinda Kucsera

Captive Dragon Stars shone, thousands of candles in the sky, their light outlines a chocolate dragon tied up. Too weak to struggle, her scales too dry, no helpful wave nearby, her wounded guide, her captain, draws near. Rescue’s in his mind. In night’s blanket he hides; his mind’s open to her–connection made–their pain’s entwined. “The earring,” she says mind-to-mind, “it opens the lock on the collar. Steal it, you must…” “I know,” he replies, he’s worked his way ’round camp, leaning on his sword; her captors trust her bonds to hold, but a weakness she’s found. He stumbles, grips the wound … Continue reading Captive Dragon – Writing 101 # 14 & Friday Fiction with Ronovan Writes