Elisabeth’s Excellent Writing Poems Diamonds and Milk
By Elisabeth It howls It shrieks It tickles my face It builds It destroys It plays with my hair It plants It uproots It dances around me It pushes It pulls It tugs me along That is just How ‘it’ is
Gently flowing. Gently moving. Crashing down. Spraying mist. Like clouds in the sky. Glassy and smooth Ripples ooze like sound waves across the white capped mounds. Blue turns to orange. The sun sinks down. Stars float along, like diamonds in the never-‐ending walls of indigo. The moon is captured in its reflection, like a bowl of milk just sitting there, waiting to see what happens next. Gently flowing. Gently moving. Crashing down. Spraying mist… The waves.
IT By Elisabeth
The breeze ripples past, the mane flows with it, the soft glow circles around, making the darkest shadows retreat. The horn spirals up, the silver hooves gleam, the soft clouds of breath warm the cold air in the clearing. The diamond stars twinkle, the moonbeams float so gently down, all of them landing, so peacefully to crown it. Bells chime as it moves. Its neigh fills the empty air. The stream trickles by, the crickets sing their song, the clouds fill the sky, but all is calm. The grass ripples like waves on a sea, the trees sway in time, the birds sing their quiet song, all because of it. Its tail and mane flow like liquid light. Its white ears are silky and soft. The snow floats down, the mist covers the land, the dragonflies zoom, hurriedly making a silvery, mist blanket around it. It. It. The unicorn.
By Elisabeth The globe Sinks lower and lower Seeking a bed Seeking rest Colors change From bright blue To brilliant yellow Then It comes Zooming across the sky The dazzling green Flash Then it is gone As suddenly as it came Gone Gone Until next sunset
Diamonds and Milk By Elisabeth Diamonds in the Dark sky Watching Always watching. Their silent laughter Shakes their Twinkling bodies They shed Their soothing light Onto the world below Watching Always watching The trees holding them In place Like a mother They noiselessly rock Their precious bundle To and fro To and fro The glowing Bowl of milk Splatters drops Across its velvet Resting place There Always there