Witch at the Senate’s Door Step

This is a new story I wrote venting my frustration at the government. The videos are a little long, but I hope you will take the time to watch them when you are able on my YouTube channel… silvaan ruth pottery and prose

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Thought for sure my principal just killed me, if it weren’t for the sudden stop.

A Very, Very Strange Day

By Silvaan Ruth


I sat at my desk, waiting for the principal to come in, as I ate my lunch. Don’t know why I am here in lunch detention. The teacher says I am not, but I am alone in my classroom, eating: lunch detention. I chew in peace as I look at the pale moon in the blue sky, dreaming for a moment about what it would be like to be on the surface. What would the stars look like, I thought, or the earth, for that matter, from the surface of the moon?

With a snap of the latch of the blue door, a stark contrast to the white walls, I jumped. The Principal entered. She was a strange woman, with a hunch at her mid back, her white hair in an old-fashioned bun, white cardigan with a white blouse under it, and dress and cane to match. She had silver framed glasses that rested on a face like a troll, with a silver chain attached to it that snaked around her neck. She walked in, slowly maneuvering through the desks to sit on the one in front of me, moving the chair to the side as she did so. She laid her free hand over the one clutching the white cane in front of her, resting her hunched frame on it. Her blue eyes made her face seem kind and inviting for being rather ugly.


Jane’s oval face and almond-shaped brown eyes looked at me sheepishly, her straight, dark brown hair flanking her face, shielding her from the world. Shifting in her chair, her grey hoodie twisted around her arms as she crossed them over her white t-shirt. Her feet jutted out to the left of my cane, her blue jeans twisted around her ankles as she crossed them, and her grey sneakers squeaked. Fully settling in her defiance, she looked out at the pale moon in the blue sky.

I smiled. “Do you know why I am here, child?”

She looked down and mumbled, “No.”

“You’re not doing your math work.”

She shrugged and mumbled, “So.”

I chuckled, “Why?” I coaxed.

She looked sad, “I’m not as good as everyone else. Not as fast or as smart.” She swung her head toward me, glancing up at my glasses for a moment. Looking down at her desk, she said, “Stupid, anyway. No one will ever really need to use it.”

I smiled as I chuckled, “But how ever will you reach the moon?”

Her head shot up, looking me in the eyes, confused. The question, ‘how did you know?’ written in her glare.


My chair rose, me still firmly in it screaming. “What the fuck is going on!” I looked at the principal, her eyes shone bright as if stars had replaced the orbs. I launched into the ceiling, straight through it, tumbling into darkness. I thought for sure my principal just killed me, if it weren’t for the sudden stop.

I looked down from where I landed from the edge of a gigantic crater; I knew instinctively that I was on the moon. I followed the curving edge of the chasm until I saw the earth. The sight reminded me to breathe as I gasped at its beauty. Crisp, blue sphere in the middle of a sea of black. I don’t know how, but I could see the clouds swirling along the surface like cottonwood seeds in a summer breeze.

It felt so ridiculous that I could breathe, or still be alive, for that matter. I looked down, placing the sole of my shoes on the ground. I could hear the soil crunch under my feet; that’s impossible, I thought, yet it was real. I started to giggle a little, and it steadily grew into a belly laugh. “Oh. My. God. What the fuck in going on! How am I alive?!” I squeaked. But wait, I thought. “If I am here, then maybe I could go to my favorite planet, Jupiter,” I thought aloud.

I settled in my seat, readying myself, clutching the sides of my chair until my knuckles were white. I closed my eyes, wishing with all my might to go to Jupiter. After a few practice rocks, I threw my weight into the back of the chair, launching myself into the darkness again.

With a thud, I opened my eyes. To see my teacher standing in front of me, I jumped. “Sorry, dear, didn’t mean to startle you.” She glanced at my lunch bag and empty sandwich box, her eyes narrowed and mouth pursed in a disapproving look.

I looked around at the students, unaware of her glare, wondering why I wasn’t on Jupiter. She cleared her throat; I looked at her. She angled her head down, glancing at my mess, glaring at me a little harder.

I jumped to gather it all, “Yes-yes, sorry.” I said. As I put my trash in my lunch bag, I thought, Did that just happen? Why would I imagine that?

In my periphery, as I put my lunch bag under my chair, I saw something white move. I looked, and I saw the principal standing in front of the closed door, looking at me with blue, human eyes. They were not the shining stars I saw in her eyes before. She pointed at me with a smile, and, leaning on her cane, mouthed, “Do your work.” She winked. As her eye opened again, a blackness as dark as the universe was revealed. Where an iris should be, lay the stars of a universe yet to be discovered. She walked through the door as if it weren’t there.

I sat there in stunned silence as the teacher gave instruction.

When all was quiet, I managed to gather myself, and took the math test. I got a C minus. You may think that’s horrible, but I never really bothered to take them before that very, very strange day.

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Poem From MTWYS: Fourth Grade Evaluation


Fourth Grade Evaluation

I remember bits and pieces of it.
The pattern she showed me,
I could not decipher then,
now has faded completely.

What I remember the most
was how my mother fished for
more of an answer than just,
“I am a ‘learning disability.’”
I remember how the woman answered

voice rushed as if, overheard,
she would be fired.
“Twenty years ago your daughter
would be severely dyslexic.”

Now I’m weirder than ever.
Now I’m a stupid girl with a fancy label.
I am in this world where I am weird,
created for the teasing of my peers.

I don’t want to be weird.
I want to be me, but
who am I at this desk
if not a weird dyslexic?
My mother however, told me when I asked,
“What does ‘dyslexic’

“It means you have to be
really smart to be dyslexic.”
She said.

Sadly, the good things said
are often drowned out by the bad…

for I was a Learning Disability
to everyone who taught me.
“Hopeless”, they thought as they threw out
my test scores to make their
school look smarter.

Thrown into a room with two others
that knew no other label. Really,
just a learning disability?

Pulled out of class
to do work with the Special teacher…
Now I am special? Another way of saying
now I am a weird-stupid-learning-disability.

Another would tell my mother I was…”So severe”
that I would never learn to write or read.

Never amount to anything…
you stupid-weird-learning-disabled-
freak…is all I heard.

By Silvaan Ruth

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#Fairytalefriday: Welcome, to the World of Walls #poetry

A high school boy
Laid in bed his worrying
Keeping his heavy eyes
From staying shut.
He asked her out.
But she hadn’t answered…
He had a test tomorrow.
He felt unprepared
Despite his hours of study.
What if she says no.
Instead of the ceiling of his room
Pitch black surrounded him
he was no longer laying but standing
Panic rippled through him.
He turned
he could make out in the dark
Walls surrounded him.
He turned and turned.
Until he found a threshold
with a curved top
That read
Welcome to the World of Walls
“I suppose I finally fell asleep.”
He said to the air.
He looked at the threshold.
An idea to walk in fluttered
to the forefront of his mind.
But he hesitated,
Then he thought
It was only a dream..
So, he walked in
As he did, he said to the air,
“What’s the worst that could—.”
He tripped
He got up and laughed.
Then tripped again.
He got up and tripped again.
By the fifth trip, he began to see through the dark
What he was tripping over,
They were little boulders.
Now that he knew, he could dodge them with ease.
But soon these boulders got taller and wider.
Soon they became one big wall altogether.
The back of his mind began to wonder,
As he stared at the wall,
whether this really was a dream.
Unlike any dream, he ever had.
But he forgot that thought
When he saw a path to climb the wall.
When he reached the top
he couldn’t see were to drop
So he closed his eyes
and after a long time
He jumped

He stopped hard and quick for it was only
a few inches fall.
“Okay?” he said aloud.
He stopped for a second as his eyes adjusted to the dark.
There were more little boulders scattered.
He avoided them when he could,
but some tripped him up as they should.
Bigger ones came and he dodged them as he moved.
But soon another wall stood in his way.
It was all most the same but had irregular stones,
better to hold.
He climbed to the top as before.
He jumped
Just a few inches fall.

He walked forward.
Getting better at avoiding the little
And big boulders he moved faster.
Almost running. Until.
He balked when he came to another wall.
The stones were jagged.
He climbed it anyway.
Thinking it was the same.
Thinking it would be easier than before.
But the jagged stones cut his hands as he climbed.
The pain forced his pause so many times
He lost his grip and fell down to the ground.
He waited for his hands to heal
And climbed again.
And fell.
And tried again.
And fell.
He stopped
And began to pace in front of it.
Trying to gather his courage
and plan of attack.
When he noticed, there were other walls flanking it.
They were easier to climb, so he began to ascend.
He climbed until he was even with the top of the jagged wall.
The flanking walls went on and on, they had no end.
So, he climbed on top of his wall.
As jagged as it was,
As painful as it was.
And he happily, triumphantly,
Jumped off of it.

But this time it was not a few inches fall
he fell forever, it seemed
Before he crashed
At the bottom.

When he healed, he walked away.
But it was harder to see through the dark this time.
He kept tripping on these little boulders
As they got bigger, he could see them better.
They were as jagged as the wall he thought he left behind.
Not like the ones before.
He dodged the ones he could,
and bled from the ones he couldn’t.
Until he came to the same wall as before.
As jagged, if not, more.
He dodged this one like he did the last.
And fell for what seemed like forever.
Like he did the last.
He came to that same wall
Over and over.
Until he realized he had no choice.
He had to climb the jagged wall.

He paced, to gather his courage.
When he realized there was no courage
he was gaining, just a delay in the pain
he remembered all too well.

He took a breath,
And started to climb.
He stopped.
The pain was greater than before
But he couldn’t go back.
So, he sat on a jagged stone
big enough to hold him.
Then started to climb again.
Then sit.
Until he reached the top.
It felt like years.
Now he was a little paranoid
What if he fell forever like before.
all of this pain would be wasted
So he waited
For what seemed like years.
But when he closed his eyes
And finally leaped
it was just a few inches fall.

He felt like he grew.
And ran faster into the forest of boulders
He dodged them all better than before.
No matter how jagged,
It was never easy,
But he had done it before.

The alarm for school went off.
He got up, got dressed.
and stressed over everything
like any other day.
He took the test
And he passed
Her answer he knew…
She said no.

At the end of the day
He laid in his bed
Thinking of the answer she gave.
All the courage it took to ask…
And how her answer made
His stomach drop…

He realized,

The test was another stone.
She was another wall.
His stomach dropping,
was just him jumping,
With just a few inches fall


Fairytale Fridays: Shadow

The lanterns flame
Flickered in the grip of a shaking hand
Of a young boy.
Standing in the front yard
Of the old haunted manor
He turned to leave
“A Dare is a Dare.”
His friends sneered
slowly he turned back
To see a shadow man
Pointing away from the manor
he screamed
he swung the lantern in front.
It was just his own shadow.
His daring friends howled.
“Afraid of his own shadow!”

The boy rolled his eyes,
took a breath
to steady his hand
and walked in.

The boards creaked in the still air,
“Shhh.” The boy whispered
To the boards.
“There was no one here.”
He whispered to reassure
“But why do I feel like I am being watched?
It’s just my friends playing with me, right?”

The boards creaked but not by his feet
To the left of him and then the right.
He looked around
Only ever seeing his shadow
Stop that.” He hissed at his shadow
In a whisper slithered “Sorry.”
He turned
“Who said that!”
Same whisper answered
“I did” from behind him.
He slowly turn to see
his shadow waving,
then it pointed to the only door.


More creaking of the boards began
Like moths to the flame
Something in the dark was coming.

He screamed running where his shadow showed
But he lost his light and his shadow.
Sight only found in the moonlit window.
The whisper of his shadow
slithered through the air.
“I have the light
But you’re out of sight.”
The boy wanted to leave;
the creaking in the dark,
and his shadow.
But couldn’t see
Save the moon through the window
Stretched only a few feet in front of him.
Before it hit pitch
He realized
he needed the light.
He needed his shadow
to see.

“Follow the sound of my voice.”
He screamed not even thinking.

The creaking steps
into the moonlight
He could see
All were creatures
Who haunted his dreams.
Noshing teeth
And tapping claws
And glowing eyes
Yearning for the flesh
They had sought for
His whole life.

His shadow came
With the small flame.
Light the wick.
His shadow rose behind him quick
bigger and scarier than any
creature from childhood dreams.
They all disappeared.

His shadow and he got away.
That young boy
got new friends
But was never afraid
of his shadow again.

by SR
Happy Halloween

The Morrow Man

He always waits until tomorrow
to show he cares;
with a gift,
a hug
or an I love you.
He always waits until the morrow
to be with the ones he loves.
He will go about his days as if
they are endless.
But if an event almost ends his loved ones days
or breaks their hearts
he will be there
with a gift,
a hug
or an I love you.
and a wish to himself
“I wish I spent more time with you.”
But once the days of stress subside
The morrow man
waits to love
tomorrow again.


A trail of thoughts…

I have this new character in my head
That I have been trying to figure out
I call him Luke (for the moment)
he was born through a dream I had of Loki.
I was watching Loki fan vids
To get myself in the mind set to tackle Luke’s character again
When I started watching Tom Hiddleston interviews
And Jeremy Renner asked him about his costume
He obviously had a love hate relationship with that costume
The way he looked at him forcing his lips into a closed mouth smile
He went on in a smartassy kind of way to take about
How the sweat feels like swomp water.

I thought
I have been in swamp water its not all that bad
Although, I was happy to get out and clean afterward.
It was a field trip in middle school to the Swamp Stomp.
You show up in cloths you don’t care get dirty
(very Dirty)
Stomp a trail in the muddy Swamp.
The guide and our teacher told us not to help anyone get un-stuck in the mud
They would do the helping.
But I guess they forgot about the majority of the class behind
Them and went off having fun guy time, or what have you,
forgetting everyone else.

I ended up helping a lot of them
It’s hard for me to explain how I figured it out
Maybe I was destined to work with mud.
But I could get myself out without panic.
And others with out panic as well.

Soon a girl wanted me to help her
I turned to leave.
She was that girl who spread a rumor about a friend and I
Being lesbians
Her reasoning I don’t really remember
But I assure you it made no sense.
And I wanted to leave her there
But damn my conscience
Pulled at a guilty stomach
And I turned around…

Wish I could have been like Loki in that moment
And just left laughing my ass off
With a “serves you right!”

Strange where thoughts will lead.

More Than What You See: My Imagination

For years my imagination
and emotions were my only
bridge to understanding words
and sentences.

But one time in fifth grade
my imagination became helpful for once
when a boy sitting next to me
asked the teacher
for a calculator.

He answered,
“Use the calculator
attached to your spine
between your ears
and behind your eyes.”

I leaned over
placing my hand
to cover my lips
from the teachers view
and whispered,
“Your brain…
your brain”

I began to giggle
halfway through
as the teacher’s
laughter rang
in my ears.

The boy was still
confused. I guess
he couldn’t see the dots
and connect them
like my imagination could.

by -SR-

Fairytale Fridays: Scarred Eyes

Years of horrors
This solider had seen
had scarred his eyes.
Years of what he has heard
had scarred his ears.

It didn’t matter
what you said or did
You were wrong,
You were mean,
You were the enemy.

No one understood
why he would bristle
but it was his scar tissue.
It would warp the visual of you
into the enemy, he always knew.
No use in explaining
his ears would morph
your words too.

Many would react in hurt
and push or shoo him away.
Would only make his scar tissue

But he had a few friends
who understood his
scar tissue,
but for only
a year or two.
He blamed them all
for he was alone.
So he looked inward
to find there never was room
for them
for he never was alone.
He had been keeping
those scars for company
all along.

By -SR-