We talked this afternoon of worlds/ That herd within the sky;/ Of all the majesty and reach/ Of stellar space, till I/ Was grateful to the ladybug/ That crawled across my dress,/ Just for its foolish speckled back,/ And for its littleness. ~Ethel A. Turner, 1921 She scurried up the side of a leaf, pausedContinue reading “Little Steward”
Author Archives: C.L. Fisher
Whispers
I still carry the lies she told me as I dressed her in fashion clothes so many years ago, her perfect hair, her tiny waist, her never- changing body that could wear anything, her plastic smile, her perfect life, an unattainable beauty we see today in cropped, filtered, altered images that continue the lie thatContinue reading “Whispers”
Evening Walk
Her heart was made of liquid sunsets. —Virginia Woolf Just a jaunt around our neighborhood, no need to rush, no push to get our heart rate up, so we amble around one corner and the next, pass the schoolyard where we stop for one photo, the clouds accentuated by the sun now low in theContinue reading “Evening Walk”
Wishes
“But dandelions were what she chiefly saw….their everydayness; for in that …she saw a picture of herself, and it was comforting to find that what was common could also be a flower.” ― Gwendolyn Brooks I can scatter a world, send matter into the atmosphere to land and start new spheres, growing globes for someContinue reading “Wishes”
Cornerstone
The petals so saturated by the vibrancy of red rested on the cool rock nestled near the garden’s edge, symbiotic beauty, silk on stone, like our own fragile hearts held by God’s love alone. —C.L. Fisher, April 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writing and images, are the work of C.L. Fisher and mayContinue reading “Cornerstone”
Waking
We felt a chill this morning, a reminder that winter is not sleeping, those icy fingers are still reaching from the waking soil, grasping us in the gray, holding onto the wait before May’s stormy arrival when darkened clouds bring the necessary rains and the earth radiates the heat summer will soon release. The crueltyContinue reading “Waking”
Mumble
*A song in the night, oh my soul! — Horatio Spafford The house is so quiet, you are still sleeping, and I sit in the mumble— traffic on the nearby loop, the creaks and groans of our house aging, and the tapping of the keys as I write. I woke with many faces in myContinue reading “Mumble”
Spring Winks
“April is the cruellest month, breeding/ Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing/ Memory and desire, stirring/ Dull roots with spring rain.” —From T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land Just beyond my reach in the highest branches, tilted just enough for the sun to catch the edge and cause the tiny flower to wink, grasp myContinue reading “Spring Winks”
A Beautiful Denouement
The last lingering hour before bed, stars become twinkle lights, a gentle wind dances through the darkened leaves, and you check the doors, put the house to sleep, one room and then the next, until you reach me, one candle left to extinguish, one last kiss, and we fall into dreams until morning. —C.L. Fisher,Continue reading “A Beautiful Denouement”
Hold Steady
Find the small things that bring you joy, moments that usually pass before you step into them fully — hold steady in the beauty of a sunset, in the offering of petals in a garden, in the laughter of children, in the aromas and tastes of an evening meal, in the embrace of your beloved,Continue reading “Hold Steady”
