Velvet Fever (Guest Poets)

Every year poet Laynie Browne sends out a Valentine poem composed by her sons Benjamin and Jacob Davidson (now 10 and 8 years old respectively). I thought this year's was wonderfully Gothic.

Velvet Fever

My ice is rattling like rice bones

The star of pey

The kale was a cake and it was frozen

My homework folder got the Velvet Fever

By eating evil snowmen and kissing bunny Bunkin's nose

But Bunkin never got fluff or fever

Velvet Fever reaction:

Your hair turns into razor blades

Your pencils turn into cheese when you touch them

Your hands and feet turn into empty velvet husks

Fluffily scales appear on your eyelids

Your eyes turn into green marbles

Your voice little like a pea

The taste in your mouth is grape lemonade grasshoppers

When you close your eyes you see a labyrinth

You fall into a pool of velvet sleep

The cure the Velvet Fever:

For three weeks take out your potion

Only under moonlight

To make a potion

Brew three hours:

Liquid book

apple husks

phoenix tears

pickle juice

itchy bottle tops

Pour into a glass of midnight

It looks like a pitch black frog

Take 3 drops per day until healed

Then go to the Velvet Theater and watch a show.

It's all in the transformation, isn't it? I don't know about you, but I seem to need reminding.

The Travelling Crystal

From Laynie Browne's The Scented Fox

The Travelling Crystal

Sought

v.

There you stood at the top of the stairs, the found sentence or the found bedroom. Where had she placed the travelling crystal?

Dressed like a portrait, there you stood at the top of ordeals of every kind. I kept opening the page to 'morning and evening star,' and the refrain kept repeating, unneccesary noise harms the countryside.