Strange Blossoms

By Andie Kirkdale

Welcome to the garden of Strange Blossoms, a collection of surreal poetry, short fantasy fiction, and colorful dream world photographs.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Dec 4, 2019
• ISBN: 9781794786530

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Strange Blossoms

Andie Kirkdale

Copyright

Strange Blossoms

Copyright © 2019 by Andie Kirkdale

All Rights Reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including photocopying, scanning, recording, printing, or by any information storage and retrieval systems, without express written permission from the publisher, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal.

First digital edition: December 2019

ISBN  978-1-79478-653-0

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, products, organizations, and incidents are creations of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, products, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Cover photo by Andie Kirkdale

Poetry I: Sunrise

Sunrise

Night gathers

What day leaves

Behind it:

Dancing moon,

Hooting owl,

Watching cat.

Dark hours

Build forces--

Sunrise birth.

Dawn

Dawn has these pink fingers

She uses to reveal morning,

Then thumbs her phone

To tell the gods

It’s happening again,

They’re panicking,

Send help.

The gods laugh,

Delete their messages.

When people text Dawn

they get form replies:

We’ll get back to you

As soon as we can

Thank you for your patience.

They’re the many

Calling for help

To gods who laugh,

The human story--

Until people learn how

To care for each other.

The Hillside Tree

The hillside tree,

Autumn sentinel, survivor,

Wood spirit tested by fire,

Emerged with scars--

Greets the sky every morning.

Bright

In the bright

Otherworld of love,

Sun meets moon

To tell us

There’s more to life than we see--

When the heart opens.

Road Mystery

A sign on the road,

Weather-beaten blank,

From a town long ago,

Swallowed by a forest,

Glowing a weird green

In a fog that covers

Where the town ends,

Where the world begins.

Finding History

I follow

A cat down the street

To old homes,

History

Of a people once vivid,

Now silent, dreaming.

Wishes

To swim with seahorses

To the distant shores

Of Sho-nak-ba.

To soar with butterflies

Through woods of green

In the land of Ma-jo-ta.

To dash with roadrunners

Across the pink deserts

Of Yar-ith-va.

More Sense

At the last meeting

The sages agreed:

In these times,

A third eye isn’t enough.

Other senses must evolve

From the origin place