Cloud Nine.Everything’s coming up for me,I feel nothing but happiness, glee.Even the clouds in the skyCheer for me, they shout, “Oh hi!”In this moment, I am free,Feeling my best—happy to be me.Even birds sing me their songAs I laugh—we get along.I’m on cloud nine.The grass is green, the wind’s alive,It swoops, it swoons, it twists, it dives.Sunshine bursts—citrus bright,Freshly squeezed, a sheer delight.Each day’s a happy songAbout Cindy Wai Chung Wong.And the spell—oh, can’t you see?She casts, she blasts—boom!—on me.I’m on cloud nine.Photo credit: artist unknown@blue

7 Comments
MishaVanMollusq@sfba.social · 1 pts · 1y
@atomicpoet @blue
Don’t brag child!
The Sidhe are listening
atomicpoet@atomicpoet.org · 1 pts · 1y
@MishaVanMollusq @blue What’s the context of Sidhe?
MishaVanMollusq@sfba.social · 1 pts · 1y
@atomicpoet @blue
atomicpoet@atomicpoet.org · 1 pts · 1y
@MishaVanMollusq @blue I’m sorry, all I saw was something about Irish fairy tales. So maybe you can fill in the blanks.
MishaVanMollusq@sfba.social · 1 pts · 1y
@atomicpoet @blue
The Blanks are where the Sidhe lurk.
You will be informed within 4 days
atomicpoet@atomicpoet.org · 1 pts · 1y
@MishaVanMollusq@sfba.social @blue@piefed.social Well, that's ominous.
MishaVanMollusq@sfba.social · 2 pts · 1y
@atomicpoet @blue
When they are involved
You don’t bring home the
Bacon.
The Bacon…