Micro poésie du vendredi…
Via Today’s Daily Prompt: Orange À chaque automne cette communion étrange entre la saison colorée, et la fillette aux cheveux orange.
Category: Fiction
Autumn’s avowals…
I wrote you a thousand times, he told her by the stone hearth. The flames reflected in her eyes, matching her red mane. The warm tones of the fire colored the whole room, covering the discreet blushing of her cheeks. I don’t have the eye of a painter, I don’t have the hand of…… Continue reading Autumn’s avowals…
M – Part Fourteen
I stretch a little, and lay back on the bed. I know it right away when sleep isn’t on its way… My body is exhausted, but I know I won’t get off easily. Not for a while, that’s for sure. So I think about my day, and review the chores and shopping I have…… Continue reading M – Part Fourteen
Chameleon…
Via Today’s Daily Prompt: Identity She was accused of fakery. Of not showing her true self… “Be yourself!” they’d insist, “Be authentic, for crying out loud!” She knew she was changing the shade of her very being, depending on who got to peek at a part of her soul… “What are you afraid of,…… Continue reading Chameleon…
Big enough…
“All I ask for,” she started, as she brushed the sand between her toes, “are large hands. I would want him to have hands big enough to hold all the pieces of my heart…”
Fair payback…
Patiently, you lit up the flame within me, starting from ambers only. Why don’t you now let me, warm your worn out fingers? Fair payback, if you ask me…
To the moon and back….
I loved you to the moon and back, but upon return, only the memory of you still lingered home.
Autumn sigh…
Lay a sigh on my lips, soft autumn sigh, sweet as a kiss, summer lie, around my hips all year bits pinned to my four seasons skies…
No more…
Via Today’s Daily Prompt: Expect Worrying about what they expect All cautions thrown to the winds You say run wild, girl, spread your wings The world is your playground, fly wherever to… Storm building, the tide rising high Growling thunder announcing the coming Armageddon.
Road trip…
Via Today’s Daily Prompt: Express “Wanna go for a ride, Babe?” He knew I was dying to hit the road with him. “Where to?” Where to… It really didn’t matter, as long as I enjoyed the wind in my hair while singing along an oldie tune playing loud on the radio… He opened the convertible’s…… Continue reading Road trip…
Cyranny's Cove 