While bachelors flocked, she observed a golden leaf #cling a little longer to the aspen, before it gently tumbled to the ground. One last dance in the #fresh air that promised a clear night sky with #scintillating stars.
When it finally stopped, everyone clapped.
The #belle of the #cosmos, I had stepped onto the stage to skid, turn and nosedive into a pile of down-filled pillows. My face turned colour like a #fluffy #chameleon when I prayed for the earth beneath to open and give me #shelter.
They hadn't warned me it would be so slippery.
[...] Wind blows through leaves with a #lupine howl, while clouds paint a #goblin face in the grey sky. The robin is wearing a blustery #frill, and I #treasure the warmth I find in a ray of sunlight. It is #time to go inside, where #honesty resides and #context is found. [...]
I screamed to see it gone, but the pain persisted. With it, a #deluge of emotions surged through my body until I cried a #serenade. A #frame of relief to #outfit me, before everything melted down to a #soup of agony, its weight about to #squash me. The room started to #spin, then all was #black.
The curtains stayed open, and when the first dark day of Autumn moved in, she was okay with it. A new and shy feeling after everything that had happened, tucked away in a #sacred corner of her heart, to slowly #mature into new #passion.
It happened without warning. I observe the grim #infiltrate my mind while I #brood on how to maintain balance. Fear #whispers into my ear. I try not to care a #fig. Instead, I see it for what it is. The #masquerade is over. I #lapse into #quiet and listen to my heart.
Turn out the light.
I've been scared of the darkness, but not tonight.
Not, since you are by my side.
#Draw me close and hold me #tight,
Two souls shining brighter than bright.
What a sight.
No more cold and dark night,
So go ahead, turn out the light.
Two Line Challenge:
News spread through the village fast.
There were no numbers on the dice.
Trees whispered a secret
But few were tuned to hear
The wisdom in their voices
The knowledge of the years
Trees whispered whispered softly
Can you hear it ‘bove the din?
Tune out modern mayhem
And let their wisdom in.
We kissed one last time, beneath the moonlight, until the sun rose and you were compelled to return once more unto your grave.
Earth stopped its spin, then reversed, then wobbled back and forth making a scratching sound, before the great cosmic DJ released their finger and set it spinning again at the new tempo of the cosmic dance. #FromOneLine
Earth stopped its spin.
Seeking balance in a #jungle of madness, I don't function. Not a #doll, I am the #infinite, #intrinsic me, whatever that might be. #Thunderclap announces lightning. I'll shine, to see
The hat didn’t fit, so I put my head in a vice. As I squeezed it smaller, I could feel my brain pressing up against my skull. Some of the grey matter oozed through my ears and fell on the floor.
You picked it up (to supplement your meager supply) When I asked for it back, you refused. “No,” you said. “I licked it, so it’s mine.”
The hat didn't fit. I put it back and perused the market. A clockwork fragrant of cilantro. Bags of hope and hearts, silently breaking. A gloop of human reminiscence. The wind swept an apple from a tree. After picking it up, I licked it, so it's mine.
When I woke up,
hellfire burned inside.
I walked to the park,
sat down by the well,
stared into the basin's
lost in fantasy.
When I woke up,
the fire quenched,
A syrphid fly ballerina
was my muse,
and I was well.
As angry as a cat,
I listen to the horrific nonsense coming out of your mouth. To err is human, easy to forgive. To worship lies creates hell on earth. I break fast to gain back my strength and paint fireflies into your mural.
#FromOneLine 296 – As angry as a cat, #brknshards - #horrific, #vss365 - #nonsense, #rise365 214 - #worship, #MicroPrompt - #breakfast, #vssnature - #firefly, #MastoPrompt - #mural
When I woke up in your mind (I told you I would get inside your head), it was a bit disconcerting to think of myself as “you.”
There were only two lines,
the horizon and one of kelp along the beach.
A moment between worlds. I stressed its grace with a deep breath of salty air, bottled it and spiced it with dill.
When thunder rolled,
it ended rather too abruptly.
I begin as if I were ending, my life eviscerated, stranded at a new shore. With a rattle I cast off the rusty trap of an old stance, gracious but dangerous, to scour this wild beach for wings to fly again.
#FromOneLine 293 – I begin as if I were ending, #vss365 - #eviscerated, #vssnature - #shore, #MicroPrompt - #rattle, #MastoPrompt – #trap, #brknshards - #gracious, #rise365 207 - #scour
Only a metre of ribbon, and I am back in golden days, inspecting snap peas with a tendency to attract Opiliones while crows hobnob in a cool breeze.
A golden ray falls over my shoulder while I wrap my present.
Without notice, the morning took a turn.
Dew glittered on grass. A #premature hint.
No eyes to see, I fought a #monstrous black hole.
The sun rose, emersed my world in gold.
I turned and left the black hole behind.
The trap was set.
Just one more time I thought in all its depth.
In the flesh, I loved, I hurt, I cried till I ran out of #pun|s.
I laughed till I ran out of tears.
I lived. Deep.
When my hour stroke, I was at peace & said:
Let the worms come for me.
you became my poetry and I became your grave
rhythmic refrain dying in morendo melody
storm breath of veiled verse entombed forever
dark weeds rent in anguished howl
you became my poetry and I consumed you
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With such abandon,
they waltzed towards
the end of the year,
as if nothing else mattered,
as if no one else mattered,
them spin. They were
aghast at such
January would tell a different story
She liked her coffee sweet: the apocalypse wasn't going to change that. She insisted they scavenged for the little luxuries. After all, it was they that made life worth living.
'Mum! I've found a Candarel sachet!'
Sky smiled, even though the world was made of ice.
Christmas Eve's Eve
(as they've taken to calling it)
The children squawk,
trying to speed up
If only they knew
went too soon...
Storms roamed the sky,
but the cloud that passed
over her face was \ \
darker still. \ \
\ \ \ \
at the centres
— drawing him in,
across the void
too long apart
but still w/
a risk to take?
No - this love -
We met in a dream;
you were coming apart
at the seams
You asked me
where you could find
the cold, calico frog
I told you that
it wouldn't help
gather your threads
and the dread —
the dread that I felt —
was so real
as I looked into
If anyone had been watching,
they'd have seen the raven-haired girl take a pewter skull from her pocket & smile as the coffin was lowered into the grave. Only I noticed.
I remember hoping it was the last time I saw her & the skull, but I found it in my pocket.
Dazed. Must have been woken by sunlight through my window. But this isn't natural light, and my bedside clock reads 03:56.
Head pounding, breath like a badger's arse, I stumble towards the window.
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭. 𝘙𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘥.
Very pleased to have this poem published in an anthology in aid of https://sleeppod.org.uk/ - a charity providing portable shelters for homeless people and refugees.