Get This Through

I’ll have a rather rare jewel
If I get this through my fair skull –

Live more full of care than careful.

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The Hardened Heart of Harb

Harb’s heart began to harden
‘Cause this world can be a harsh one
And they split him at the soft spots
In a manner cruel and thoughtless.

A crystal leads to crystals,
A meanness coldly distilled
With more to surely follow
Till one’s left hard and hollow.

The brain, too, may be frozen
But you can throw it in the ocean
And when it rolls in by the tide
Toss it salted back inside.

The heart’s a tricky thing.
Harb’s had felt many stings.
To keep it from the coffin
There’s one way to help it soften.

A hardened heart must be a guest
In some other kind heart’s chest.
It can’t be safe if it pumps blood,
There’s only keeping it loved.

Foxes of the Fruited Plain

Also read about Birds, Snails, Owls and Bees.

Golden Fox
Rarely see more than a twinkle. Every paw print is leafed with gold, which made them highly sought after for a time. Can be trapped with a sincere smile as bait – so you have to trick both a person and a fox. Very hard to do. However, this fox whithers to coal in captivity.

Lollipop Fox
The sweetest thing that will ever nip you when you’re not looking. Has a very large, round head, which is where its name comes from. Does a lot of thinking in that head. You better hope it thinks you’re okay.

Faux Pas
Only shows up when unwanted. Makes things socially uncomfortable. Might just be an awkward mistake.

Plum Fox
Burrows into plums, spits out the pit, and makes it home. Has a royal purple coat. Very sweet when ripe.

Foxtail
Generally thought to be a plant for some reason. They burrow into the ground but leave their tail sticking out (or, I guess, plant themselves if you still insist on thinking of them as vegetative). Please don’t pick their tails. If you do, they will dig into the earth never to be seen again out of horrifying embarrassment.

Out Fox
Hunts foolishness. A fool hunter. Don’t even think about trying to get the best of this fox because, well, you see.

Painted Fox
Paints itself differently every day. Mastery takes constant work. Truly the Van Gogh of the vulpine world. Leaves a colorful mess everywhere it goes.

Drawn by Fire_Lord_Sauron.

Whiskers
A creature composed entirely of whiskers. Very sensitive in every way. How do we know it’s a fox? An uneducated guess. It feels like a fox.

Pond Fox
A swim in this fox is highly recommended. Besides the obvious medicinal benefits, a nice relaxing soak will leave you reinvigorated and foxier than ever. Side effects include the handsomest whiskers you’ll ever grow and a not too unpleasant musk.

Perfect

What’s the last thing that was perfect?
Some past thing without defect?
Is there anything we might elect
As impossible to reject?

Perhaps a wish for perfect things?
I think we’re running in perfect rings.
Perfection’s in the trying?
Is this all perfect lying?

Is imperfection our backwards answer?
Is this all nonsense banter?
Should we laugh at this disaster?

The love of things however they are?
That seems like cheating –
A most misleading
Trickster way of beating
Something beyond believing.
Or exactly what we’re needing?

Was all this even worth it?
I’m not sure what it means anymore.

Perfect.

Knights of Haspun Woods

Part I

A journey’s a way of turning away
From yourself and into the day.
When kingdoms have need
Of high thought and deed
They’re pretty well agreed –

The noblest of knights have all had to fight
Against their very own might,
Sent to see selves revealed
And be sure that they’d yield
To nothing worse than steel.

When swords wandered into lidded woods
Some things were understood:
Be glad of fear and go.
You are your greatest foe.
The woods are more than wood.

Part II

Leafy Queen Qroost dearly needed a boost
At the table of knights in her roost.
So she called on a few,
Including young Blue
To show just what they could do.

Haspun woods bent towards those willingly sent
To see how their souls were spent.
Most were all doubt
That they’d ever get out
But still stayed true to their route.

When swords wandered into lidded woods
Some things were understood:
The only way you might return
Is learn and learn and learn.
Still, you’ll always belong to those woods.

Part III

Haspun Woods loomed in beautiful gloom,
Few things are both tomb and womb.
Blue felt the order,
“BODY STAYS AT THE BORDER,”
And stepped out of himself no shorter.

Leaving bodies behind they each had to find
Their way by the think of their mind.
By drip-dropping of thought
They explored and they fought
Their way to being hard taught.

When swords wandered into lidded woods
Some things were understood:
Branches point but do not show the way,
Their roots give it away.
Dig deeper than the woods.

Part IV

The woods crinkled up and gave one last command
That was almost impossibly grand –
“YOUR MIND AND YOUR HEART
MUST BE SPLIT APART
SO THAT THEIR BATTLE MAY START.”

Those swords that tried it, this terrible split,
Fell as they felt their souls quit.
It can be claimed
Heart and mind are the same
And can’t be separately aimed.

When swords wandered into lidded woods
Some things were understood:
From time to time you may be tricked,
But fool yourself and you’ll be licked.
Watch you as well as the woods.

Part V

As sorry swords found themselves being unwound
Blue’s body bloomed out of the ground.
It leapt into his soul
And, finally whole,
Swept sliding souls into a bowl.

Blue thanked their host but was stubbornly most
Emphatic ’bout leaving no ghosts.
“GO WITH THE RIVER
LITTLE LIFE GIVER.”
Blue dove in with barely a shiver.

When swords wandered into lidded woods
Some things were understood:
You may come in by many routes
But none take you back out.
Forward’s the way in the woods.

Part VI

With vines entwined round heart and mind
Blue returned with swords behind.
Queen Qroost welcomed back all
For even if you fall
You must have first stood tall.

With his knighthood won, Blue had just begun
The work that others shun.
He now defends
The odds and ends
On which we all depend.

When swords wandered out of woods as knights
Some things were known as right:
They were more deeply rooted in themselves
With a wealth they’d never sell
Thanks to the Woods of Haspun Knights.

Knights of Haspun Woods (Part VI)

(Read Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V.)

With vines entwined round heart and mind
Blue returned with swords behind.
Queen Qroost welcomed back all
For even if you fall
You must have first stood tall.

With his knighthood won, Blue had just begun
The work that others shun.
He now defends
The odds and ends
On which we all depend.

When swords wandered out of woods as knights
Some things were known as right:
They were more deeply rooted in themselves
With a wealth they’d never sell
Thanks to the Woods of Haspun Knights.