"From the Waterfall of Words" (Entry 342)

There's a waterfall of words 

hidden,

deep within a land of plentiful stories. 

Kept in the box with a secret door,

in the lavender scented drawer

of the old lady in the corner house

who owns the nine cats. 

At night, these moggies

take flight, to turn into bats,

carrying Cups of Inspiration

dipped into the Babbling Book Brook,

Loquacious Library Lake and the Word Unheard Waterfall.

Once filled to trill and thrill,

the bountiful bowls of talent are

tied by silver slivers of a shivering idea.  

Flap your nocturnal wings, you mewing muses,

then blow imagination across the world, 

through golden hope hoops make thought bubbles. 

Creativity began. You know, you can!

They stirred and purred. A miaow - Do it now!

All from a waterfall of words 

hidden

in the box with a secret door.

"Fantasy's Rain" (Entry 254)

On and on, the cascade fell.
Upon dry land where goblins dwell.
A silver river burst its banks.
Filling acorns and crystal tanks.
Soon, it sated in morning glow.
To bring the sun and dawn's rainbow.

"Hidden from Sight" (Entry 250)

They kept it locked, cased in special place,
within the museum vaults.
For in its hideousness, it was still precious,
even with all its faults.
Kept within a box behind glass and metal,
so no-one could peer to find
and far away, to stay, from visitors' view,
for to see it - you will go blind.

"Dawn's Own Fable" (Entry 213)

The dwelling point on Seamus Rock
to find it there you must pick a lock
of hair from the beauty to meet yet
and brush their hair and then to set
it down, spread beneath the stars
before the sun blocks the bars
and night clubs back the risen morn.
A fable told as we greet Dawn.