The Etheree as a Poetic Form by Mary Kay Crawford-Lorfink

First appeared in WINK: Writers IN the Know magazine

…Along the forested path 

Tale 

Tall, Sprouts 

Magic beans. 

Up the Beanstalk, 

Ogre’s wife,— “Hello!” 

Steal the harp, say, “Goodbye!” 

Down the Beanstalk—rogue Giant,

Quickly! Along the forested path, 

Deeper into the woods, Little Red, 

Jack, Rapunzel, the Woodsman, Baker’s wife, 

Cinderella: Meet the Prince, Try the Slipper, 

Forgive the Witch, Sidestep Stepsisters, Find the Axe, 

Chop the Beanstalk, Kill the Giant, Compose a Ballad, 

Pluck harp, Pluck berries, Sing ballad—Sigh—and home before dark. 

--Mary Kay Crawford-Lorfink

Taking Flight  

Night 

touches, 

then wanes pale. 

Misshapen moon 

wobbles milky light 

upon a whispering 

of pearl-winged Angels, airbrushed 

as heaven’s own. To live better, 

I dream of Angels. There are no words. 

Come night, help me find how close I can get. 

--Mary Kay Crawford-Lorfink