He gave his kisses and secrets to me in cages. Small with black bars no tool to force or prise in sight just my own unshielded heart. And so our love was made and unmade by the challenge he set in the locks swinging from a caged I love you. I tried with kindness and … Continue reading Kisses in Cages
And then, she smiled and there was something strange in the way my skin trembled in the heat of her gaze, like an everlasting summer. ________________________ WP #11: happy Link your response to this prompt, below. Image credit.
I remember the evening which was a Sunday like the Sun remembers the East, Not because it was magical I thank God it was tangible Nothing of dreams or the faraway tree. I remember it like Dorothy does her slippers ruby and gold sparkling in moonlight a teenage dream taking flight, Or like a … Continue reading Sunday Evening (Weekly Prompt #10)
From the road, I saw a man, wrapped in a puffer jacket nursing a cold can of the poison he'd come to rely on - or that was my interpretation as the wind bit his cheeks and 'Police Station' loomed above him in noir neon. I took him as one to linger, in hope … Continue reading Linger (Weekly Prompt #9)
The moon asked the clouds if they enjoyed being selfish. Hazy gluttony oppressing the glitter of grey and light, a sea of darkness encroaching on Earth's edges, forceful fingers searching for Space. The moon wondered, when did she lose so much respect? Clouds parted like curtains, peacock feathers and the Red sea for Her … Continue reading Selfish (Weekly Prompt #8)
I wished for a mountain with a babbling brook a rock to climb and a moment of calm, where love, cannot touch you except the swelling of your heart as sunlight breaks through cloud into bird song melody. I dreamt of a forest vast and crowded with buzzing, bees and everything in between, where … Continue reading Enough (Weekly Prompt #5)
We always knew our days were numbered finite and measured. I always knew I wasn't a choice the kid with balled up fists last to be picked. We were lucid dreaming rolling in grass of defeat running fingertips flexing, caressing denial. I struggle to shift the grip of your arms safe and secret we knew … Continue reading Finite (Weekly Prompt #4)
When you are twenty three I hope you feel like you hold the sky diamond and endless in your hands, even if it's really running down your knees. I hope you don't mind dirty shins spattered with the yellow of your fears green of your dreams and violet frustration. When you are twenty three … Continue reading Twenty Three (Weekly Prompt #3)
The cat cries and a baby whines I'm sat sullen still seething with crashed daydreams you held, tore with such vigour. In a couple of hours you'll be sorry silent treatment no more held hands half-heartedly an apology I want you to swallow to lodge in your throat as you still … Continue reading An itch to scratch (Weekly Prompt #2)
Yes, I am in Game of Thrones mourning. In anticipation of my inability to juggle writing and teaching, I have spent the best part of an evening thinking of a way to keep writing when work gets busy. School starts again next week and ever since beginning this blog last October, I always struggle to … Continue reading Prompts are coming…
