Dear Mollie

Once upon a time, in a land far away

A lovely lass named Mollie daydreamed away.

She conjured tiny fairy girls to do all her chores

And wee elfin gentlemen to sail from the shores.

In the clouds she could see purple dragons so fiery

Fighting brave knights in mail focused on rivalry

To win the heart of a beautiful young princess

Locked in a tower in a state of duress.

“Ay me!” uttered young Mollie as ennui set in,

“I’ve got to flee Indiana in this state that I’m in!”

She ran to a land that was called Terre Haute;

“I’m finally free!” to her mother she wrote.

Imagine her embarrassment, chagrin, and shame

When little French town was French only in name.

She packed up her bags and to Avon she went

Where years teaching myths have been so well spent.

I’ll miss you, dear Mollie, and call you my friend

For your jokes, your laughter, and care ‘til the end.

                                        - Dawn Fable, 2010

The Queen's English

Bones in a bar

Soaked in Union Jack

Stained red and blue

By love and death

Infested with kisses

Played out in a churchyard.

Irish double-decker

Blown into glassy bits;

Light o' Great Britain

Down on its knees,

Hooligans infest

A nation's false pride.

Windows and doors open

As souls slip outside

To wander the moors

In search of

Heathcliff's blue boy.

- Copyright Dawn Fable April 2011

Disconnect II

I am Athena
Aflutter in flowers;
I am Aphrodite
Weighed down
By this male.

Disconnect

I am Aphrodite

Aflutter in flowers;

I am Athena

Weighed down

By this mail.

- Copyright Dawn Fable May 2011

Seaport Charmers

Savannah is falling soft and heavy

On Yankees used to palm-tree dreams

Driving them into the Hollywood hills.

Historical fortunes set Atlanta ablaze

While the chastity of cotillions

Put the South at an ironic standstill.

Tree-lined streets and park blooms

Trigger beating biological clocks

While tourists consider calm, eerie facts.

Well-restored stunners draw national eyes

To easy food, lively blather in delicious twists

 As Rimes crosses over to ape Patsy Cline.

Ladylike restraint beats throaty in the parlors.

Hips smolder in demure suits to touch.

In the meantime, Nashville will take her

- Copyright Dawn Fable June 2004

Dessert

Wear a mouthful of cheesecake mounted on tin.

Watch her strike cliché poses in stiletto high heels.

Feel her $5 trinket slick right around your wrist,

Warm touch from a woman you wish that you knew.

Leaning back and then over, flipped hair, arched back,

A statement in stockings and smoldering cigarettes.

Christmas Day

Wait till Christmas Day

That’s when I’ll love you

At least say I do

Wait till Christmas Day

That’s when I’ll take you

And rip you open in two

You told me I had to wait

For you to feel me

Like I felt you

You said it’s like Christmas

And you’d give in to me

When the time was right

It’s always better that way

Wait till Christmas Day

That’s when I’ll love you

At least say I do

Wait till Christmas Day

That’s when I’ll take you

And rip you open in two

I followed the promise

And listened for you

Over secret sighing

And late hangup calls

Took a ring from your fingers

And slipped off my doubts

In a swell of ignorant bliss

Wait till Christmas Day

That’s when I’ll love you

At least say I do

Wait till Christmas Day

That’s when I’ll take you

And rip you open in two

I believed all the nothings you said

Even when you broke me down

I wanted to be so good for you

All you wanted was a crown

Come on baby,

Some men don’t have to tell

Keep running baby

Smart girl learned your game so well

Wait till Christmas Day

That’s when I’ll love you

At least say I do

Wait till Christmas Day

That’s when I’ll take you

And rip you open in two

If you say I do

I do

I do

I do

I do

I do

I do

Afraid of the Noise

She startles at talking,

Scared of nuance and tone.

She has nightmares about nothing

Sitting silenced by phone.

So careful

So quiet

So little real choice

So guided

So shielded

So afraid of the noise

What’s wrong with this family?

She screams under her breath.

Why won’t someone tell me

Why I’m haunted to death?

So careful

So quiet

So little real choice

So guided

So shielded

So afraid of the noise

She hides in dark corners

Dying a little each time

Listens under the water

Wanting glisten and shine.

So careful

So quiet

So little real choice

So guided

So shielded

So afraid of the noise

Don’t ask any questions

Or wonder out loud

Control is a mistress

Whose sin is allowed

She startles when listening,

Scared of nuance and tone.

She has nightmares about talking

Sitting silenced by phone.

So careful

So quiet

So little real choice

So guided

So shielded

So afraid of the noise

Storm

Blue deluge rings
Like eyes in a mirror.
Shimmering storms
Spark lightning flashes.
Silver gazes of longing
Smolder crystal haze.
Silver sun pickups reflect
Into black nighttime clouds.
Smoke and waves imagine
Pale showers of desire.
Soft waters trickle
Across shining skin.