Parallel Outlet: 4

“A Charade of Dreams” sounds so whimsical, doesn’t it?

The phrase seems especially apt after nights of strange dreams, when, walking along a street your mind can become preoccupied with oddest remnants of your nighttime journeys. When you look up and see a person passing in the other direction with honest surprise. Continue reading “Parallel Outlet: 4”

The Emerald Knight

The young King of Scarlet Castle

Sent his beloved companions

On a quest ’round Emerald Castle

For a noble bride’s affections


They came upon a stoic knight

And asked him for the way

But clad in plates of malachite

The statue had naught to say


Then they saw a graceful knight

His cloak of aventurine

But asking if the road was right

His reply was wind through leaves


So they searched the kingdom wide

Over verdant hills and vales

But no word of aid did they find

Among knights or stones or gales


These companions of the Scarlet King

Had little hope when they came

To an arch at roadside standing

As if an Emerald Knight to frame


“Sir Knight, we seek a maiden fair

A princess of your prosperous land

Our Lord would beg, our Lord would dare

Place this ring upon her hand!”


At this the Knight bent his head

And the ring did he long consider

“A lovely jewel, but why, good men

Did you not bestow it yonder?”


He turned around and pointed back

Along the road they’d traveled

And at their confusion, she gave a laugh

As her Emerald hair unraveled

© 2012 Elizabeth Cook

Health Stock?

“We don’t care how you feel, silly, you look great!”

I don’t know what I said to that, but whatever it was Diba laughed and stepped into the kitchen. She cannot be called a step-grandmother, or anything involving “grandmother”, but she is Diba and she is my grandad’s second wife. She is from Guiana and I have always been jealous of her sense of style.

I did in fact know that I looked all right, but the discomfort from the four new holes in the back of my mouth made how I felt an important matter as well.

I settled back into the couch and the conversation with my grandad, mother, and uncle trundled back to something-or-other. Diba coming and going always resets things. Continue reading “Health Stock?”