Freya Pickard

Once upon a time, in the world of Nirunen …

Werebeast

once a warrior
the beast within now rampant
lost in hunger surge

Enril-tura

wind haunts hollow shells
where water flowed, dust now drifts
clawed hand stretches high

Gwanutta

safe within these wards
green leaves hide secret city;
eerie song whispers

Amah

feathered wings smolder
vine erupts, flowers, explodes
eternally burns

Imelenti

pewter stone rises
craggy head cloaked in rainclouds;
the last mountain looms

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Freya Pickard finds fulfillment in writing about the mythical world of Nirunen in both poetry and fantasy novels. This is her 2nd feature on The Short of It. She is currently working on her epic fantasy, The Kaerling, and gets her inspiration for the villains from the people she meets in the hospitality industry.

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Open

Lady Luck presents a life-altering prospect.
An enticing, not so subtle invitation.

A seductive and alluring treat.
Or a delicious deception?

Like a meet-your-maker kind of wile.

I want to get wet, and I think I might drown.

Teased by lousy timing yet it keeps me invested.
My head fills with rich fantasies, more possibilities awaken.

The proverbial juices are flowing.

The world is spinning on a new axis.

I’m confused.

But I’m open.

**Originally published 7/7/2018 on I Write Her

A New Home

Sailors confused her home with a bottle of their favorite drink, releasing her accidentally. They callously pitched her green housing to the sand upon discovering the error. She decided no wishes would be granted upon seeing the multitude of lecherous and treacherous men. It was wise to remain out of sight. They didn’t deserve her help, nor would she be a slave to them and their filthy, disgusting wishes.

Besides, thinking to herself – Why would I ever go back to that little space when I’m out here in paradise? No, the genie is not getting back in the bottle.

Dream Lover

i felt your strength
in those moments
of my weakness
the inescapable honesty
shown me with your deeds
and sumptuous lips

a day never ended
without your hardest efforts
fulfilling your ambitions
and in support of mine
all whilst wrapping me up
in genuine romance

you understood how to
divvy up the day
to attend to your priorities
while ensuring you communicated
the necessary to my mind, body and soul
in words and affection

your comedy left me heaving
with unexpected joy and gasps for air
your intense sex appeal and provision of ecstasy
did me in the same way
lasting just enough
to never dull the desire for more

your swagger was a confidence absent arrogance
sharing your intelligence and knowledge humbly
and possessing such a keen eye for details
my, oh my, you were assembled just right
nature and nurture produced a prize
one i was so lucky to have

in the space we’d hollowed out for ourselves
a dimension of no holds or hesitation
with jagged-edged personal truths
seeing each other clearly
loving each other anyway
our gazes, a connection which couldn’t lie

in tune
in touch
in love
i was nourished
i was supported
i was free

John Collins

man wearing halloween costume
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From Beyond

I know what you want
Dark mysteries from beyond
Chills the blood within
Open your eyes to the void
The curtain lifts on your doom

Cycle of the Witch

Child of earth
Lives and learns
Wisdom grow’s

Woman’s Life
Grimoire’s verse
Imparts love

Come of age
Passed the test
Old Crone rests

Woman

Thine own eyes see all
She is of body and mind
Her beauty revered

Despair

What do you want when you see me?
Am I not good enough for thee?
No more can I stay
Now I must away
Your goodbye
I won’t cry

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John’s a self-proclaimed poet and storyteller who writes for a hobby and professionally. He’s from the coastal city of Swansea in South Wales and has had a vivid imagination from a young age. A lover of mystery and conspiracy, little green men and things going bump in the night. You can read his work here – The Mush from the Hill

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Putting Out The Flame

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virtual toy
meant to heighten
and arouse
deep-seated needs
never shared

left swipe
right swipe
dismissing or picking
what suits your fantasy
and longing

hoping this stranger will want you
dreaming of scenarios
jerking off
whatever self-esteem
you have left

titillating stimulation
brought havoc
for the only lusty one
actually
wanting you

unnamed
Marina Abramović

 

Drifting

 

Inspired by FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION Challenge – DREAM/DREAMER/DREAMING

weaving in
to a magical place

so nice
to get caught up

ethereal limbs
smooth weirdness

laughter, joy
calm and pleasure

want to stay
there in my dreams

where magic happens
where lives are easy

 

Image credit Ash D. Solomon – Lucid Being
Song – Dreamcatcher by LP

I’m very happy to showcase these two creative people any time I can! Hope you enjoy them as much as I do. 🙂

 

Lost In A Dream

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walking with no legs
the ground seen
but not there
feeling weighted
in this world
connected more
to the
brilliant
artistry
here in this illusion
i’m held fast

the grandeur
of alt-reality
rich colors
with a sublime vibe
abilities magnified
all a possibility
whacked and wonderful
stories
intense nightmares
fear, off the hook
alarming excitement

unexpected worlds
dances with the dead
fucking strangers
plot twists of the past
knowing the unknown
intense losses
highest joys
in the grey matter
the control
all mine
master of my universe

time to go back