sun’s bedroom

the sun’s bedroom,
full of stars – night lights
keeping the monsters
quiet in their corners
no wonder we seem alone
in the universe,
everything out of sight


© Tiny Fawns, 2018

cold sun

you’re chalk white in the sky
i can’t even lift my eyes and
look directly at you
and yet, even though you are made
of fire, you feel like cold,
distant ice in the winter sky

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: degree

sun sadness

even the sun sometimes
doesn’t want to see her
rising face, she wants
to remain undone
for as long as she can,
let others look to the moon
and other stars

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: orange

sugared

the rolling of the wind
unwinds clouds
stretching them into
powdery lines across the sky,
the sun — what a sour lemon —
it blinds us, our eyes
pucker and squint close
turning the insides of our eyelids
a bright candy cane red and white

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: release