I held my hair like a rosary and pleaded with my nightmares to be kind to me; to burn a candle of maybe whilst showing me every way a loved one could die; to keep vigil over hope whilst teaching me the way bones shatter after falling; to cradle me in cotton memories whilst reminding … Continue reading A Candle of Maybe
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)
Salty tears streaming down cheeks the edge of a blade in starlight blinking blue eyes. Morning dew and cobwebs doused in rain like glue in nursery gold and blue; sunshine on water Dorothy's shoes. Gold. WP #1 - all that glitters. Link your response to this prompt in the comments Image credit.