#Colorado Dreams – A #Haibun

Welcome to my contribution to my Weekly #Poetry Challenge, where you can write your own Haiku, Tanka, or Haibun using the prompt words of past & future.

The best poetry has layers of meaning.

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The meadow fairy hovered in the crisp air. Her wings beat the air in a slow rhythm – transparent, barely discernable in the evening light. Her body was long and lean much like the tall grasses she hid in. Her blue eyes captured my attention. In an instant, I knew she was a Meliae fairy nymph. Each of the seven nymph clans was represented by a color from the rainbow which manifested in the pigmentation of their eyes. With that realization, I knew something magical had possessed me.

Colorado dreams –
blending my future and past,
whispers of our fate.

© 2017 Colleen M. Chesebro

I found this picture on Facebook. This is the starting point for what my meadow fairy will look like.

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“The Return” – A Haibun

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Welcome to my contribution to my Weekly #Poetry Challenge, where you can write your own Haiku, Tanka, or Haibun using the prompt words of power & allure.

The best poetry has layers of meaning.


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I used ‘beguiles’ for allure, and I kept the word power. Remember, synonyms are encouraged.

“The Return”


The heat from the noonday sun reflected off the low water filling the Arroyo. The glare blinded me, and I raised my hand to shield my eyes from the strength of the brilliant light. I step closer to the edge of the gully careful not to slip on the wet pebbles. Towering cottonwood trees with trunks twisted by the prairie winds, cluster near the bend of the creek. Leaves rustle in the gentle breeze. A sound catches my attention, and I glance over my shoulder.

There, perched on a boulder, is a lark bunting. The bird stares at me, and I stare back, bewitched by the blue-black color of its body and wings. I experience an uncanny feeling of déjà vu, and my heart beats in a quick staccato rhythm. The realization floods my senses, and I feel faint. Precious lark bunting, I knew you in another place and time.

Haunting memories –
bound by the power of love
‘tween mother and child.
The meadow fairy beguiles
as a new challenge awaits.

My calcite pendant recognizes you, too. It explodes by flashing a kaleidoscope of rainbow colors across the sky. My heart bursts with love and tears stream down my face. I remember you. I held you close inside my heart hoping to see you again.

© 2017 Colleen M. Chesebro

See you next week!

“The Fairy Tree,” A #Haibun

Welcome to my contribution to my weekly #Poetry Challenge, where you can write your own Haiku, Tanka, or Haibun using the prompt words of peace & tear. Remember, synonyms are encouraged. Please read the directions on my challenge post to make sure you are following the rules for these forms of poetry.

Please read the directions on my challenge post to make sure you are following the rules for Haiku, Haibun, and Tanka. ❤

This week, I decided to write a Haibun with a Tanka, called “The Fairy Tree.” I used “calm” for “peace” and “splitting” for “tear.”

Both words have many connotations. Depending on how you use your synonyms you can alter the meaning of your prose & poetry in many ways. Don’t be afraid to experiment with synonyms. Sometimes subtle meanings pack the most punch in your poetry. Play with the words for different reactions.

The best poetry has layers of meaning.

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Scarlet skies afire
splitting the calm asunder
silence tears the morn.
Wheat heavy with the harvest
announces autumn’s glory.

I crept closer to the fairy tree which stood like a lone sentry in the middle of the field. The late summer wheat, thick with seed heads undulated like waves as I forced my way through the scratchy stalks. At the base of the tree, I gazed between the branches filled with golden leaves. The bees clustered at the opening to the apiary emitting a gentle hum which soothed my nerves.

Quietly, I watched the activity in the hive. I felt no fear and knew the bees would recognize me. I spied the queen at once. Her body was larger and heavier than the other bees. Her female workers gathered around her performing the spirit dance – an homage of sorts to their royal genealogy. Tiny black and yellow bodies twirled and clustered about the majestic mother. Myriads of lacy wings beat a gentle song remembering an ancient heritage written through the ages.

The queen had one job, and that was to lay eggs. This summer I watched as she laid over 2000 eggs a day. The drones were long gone having been evicted from the colony after they had mated with the queen. Her royal highness would have no need of the drones from here on out. She had enough sperm to last for at least five years. Their deaths had been necessary for the survival of the hive’s collective consciousness. I knew the legacy of this colony needed to survive. I had to find the answers.

© 2017 Colleen M. Chesebro

I have entered the writing zone! My fairy nymphs have summoned me, and I am working hard on the second book in The Heart Stone Chronicles series – The Meadow Fairy. Abby Forester, the Fairy Whisperer, must solve the mystery of the disappearing bees! ❤

Read: Why Are the Bees Dying?

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Next Tuesday for the next poetry challenge.

Entering the #Writing ZONE

It’s time… I will be entering the Twilight Writing ZONE for the next couple of months. That means I will not be on social media and the blogs as frequently as before. I will check in frequently and share how the writing is progressing. I will also continue my Tuesday Poetry Challenge.

The dreams have started again… Abby Forester and the meadow fairy have to solve the problem of the bees disappearing. Aunt Magnolia has taken a new job with a paranormal researcher in Colorado and strange things are beginning to happen. You will want to read this!

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The Meadow Fairy, Book 2 of The Heart Stone Chronicles

Fourteen-year-old Abigale Forester journeys from Blackberry Ridge, Florida to Bent Grass, Colorado when her Aunt Magnolia accepts a job as a researcher working for an author who specializes in writing about myths and paranormal activity.

Abby, along with her deceased mother’s most sacred possession, a calcite pendant, continues her legacy as a Fairy Whisperer to the primordial fairy nymphs who inhabit unique places scattered about the world.

In Colorado, Abby meets two young friends, Crosby and Landon Miller, who along with their family are beekeepers on a small farm under the shadow of Pike’s Peak. Abby is summoned by a primeval nymph who asks her to resolve the secret of why the bee population is disappearing from the prairie meadows.

With the help of Nate Bannock, a Native American Ute rancher, Abby learns the astonishing truths behind the decimation of the bee population.

Does Abby have what it takes to save the bees and the Meliae Meadow Nymphs before it is too late?

You want to know how it all turns out don’t you?

Gotta RunThe mystery awaits!

 

 

 

Scientists discover another cause of bee deaths, and it’s really bad news

My second book in the series, The Heart Stone Chronicles: The Meadow Fairy deals with the issue of the bees’ deaths… Let’s hope that between Abby Forester, the Fairy Whisperer, and the meadow fairy, they can find a way to save the bees! ❤

Is it mites? Pesticides? Cell phone towers? What is really at the root? Turns out the real issue really scary, because it is more complex and pervasive than thought.

Source: Scientists discover another cause of bee deaths, and it’s really bad news

“The Lark Bunting” – A #Tanka #Poem

Welcome to my contribution to my weekly #Tanka Tuesday poetry challenge. This week, I kept the prompt words of “Fog” and “Change.”

Both words have many connotations. Depending on how you use your synonyms you can alter the meaning of your Tanka poetry in many ways. Don’t be afraid to experiment with synonyms. Sometimes subtle meanings pack the most punch in your poetry. Play with the words for different reactions.

REMEMBER: The best poetry has layers of meaning.

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Please link your #Tanka Poem contribution to my post found here.

A meadow nymph –
fragile and lissome of wing,
the lark bunting flies.
Change is coming to the fields
after the mountain fogs clear.

©2017 Colleen M. Chesebro

A sneak peek at some of the poetry found in The Heart Stone Chronicles: The Meadow Fairy, the second book in the series… still in its infancy. ❤

The Lark Bunting is the Colorado State bird. Learn more about this amazing creature here.

Use these hashtags to tag your post and to Tweet each other’s poems#Tanka Tuesday, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Tanka, #poem

Go on Twitter and search for these hashtags. There are tons of great poems to read and retweet.”

Don’t forget to join in and share your #Tanka #Poem using the words: FOG & CHANGE, or if you need some visual inspiration write your Tanka poem and tell us of the feelings and descriptions from the photo below:

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