Ginger

O daughter of mine

Why do you

Attack me.

O mother of mine

I know

No better.

O husband of mine

Why do you obey

Your daughters command?

O wife of mine

I can’t control

My own actions.

O where is my

Husband

And daughter.

“I took them

Far away.”

The master said.

A foundling youth

Is given for mothers teaching,

But an aching, tired, aged body

Leaves be.

All of mothers other children

Never come

When her end nears.

Those assisting

Mother

Don’t realize,

She’s fighting

For those last breaths.

Haggard Faces Part 1

part 3 is here:    http://randomblog1w.blogspot.com/2016/08/haggard-faces-part-3.html

part 2 is here:    http://randomblog1w.blogspot.com/2016/07/haggard-faces-part-2.html

Red energy plasma protrudes like two pointed horns connected by a metallic round coned cylinder. Blurred window panes cover the front of the cockpit. The spaceship lands on a large round silver quadrangle hobbling in the air, etched in the ground glowing color’s reveal where to land.

Part of the ship pushes in before rising into a door.  A crew of four exit shinning like fresh printed pennies their long lanky robot bodies are stretched into strange perturbed faces.  The platform they stand on shifts as lights slither into the shape of a sidewalk.

Timidly the crew begin stepping forward but the one whose face seems to frown crouches down saying.

“I can’t do it.”

The others stare, unmoving. The one who seems to grit its teeth jeers.

“Than by all means go back, obey your master!”

The one who frowns raises itself up reluctantly following the path.