Morrigan Harker
Writer, Musician, Everyday Magic Seeker
Tag: Writing
Things that I need on my writing desk
Welcome back, everyone! It has been far too long! If you follow me on Instagram, you may know that I was gifted a new writing desk a few months ago, and I wanted to write about what I need to be in creative flow.… Continue Reading “Things that I need on my writing desk”
A Maiden Fair (Poetry)
I linger at the hawthorn tree and beg you not to follow; I know who may be waiting under the enchanted canopy. I long for their rescue from this dark, wicked world and for the whispers in the earth to beckon me home, where… Continue Reading “A Maiden Fair (Poetry)”
The Entertainer (Poetry)
The numbers are cold, The musical notes still warm With the sensuous scarlet That also decorates the dotted line Of the contract I just signed In my own blood— I sold my soul So I could let others Commune with their own.
What Happened at the Antique Shop (Poetry)
The heaviness of the piece Is more than its weight, Memories in my hands Flashing in my mind In veiled shards of What history it had witnessed, The feelings welling up in my heart And taking form into pictures As familiar as words I… Continue Reading “What Happened at the Antique Shop (Poetry)”
Ice Cream (Poetry)
Sweet nostalgia Now forgotten, Melted with The burning suns Of time— What happened To those days Where the price for a wish Was a dandelion seed, And we were encouraged To believe In fairytales?
Firepower (Poetry)
Held in For so long A roiling spiral Until the emotions No longer have a name Nor have a fuse left Merely the tiniest spark And then—
Hobby or Hustle: A Response to Molly Conway
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Excerpt: THE HOLLOW BONES
Lina then saw Mr. von Essen sitting by the mill pond as he read from a small book. When she smiled, raising a hand in greeting, he tipped his hat and stood up from the grass. “Miss Evangeline,” he greeted her. “Our new schoolmaster,… Continue Reading “Excerpt: THE HOLLOW BONES”