Tag: creative writing
When the mist thickens.
When the mist thickens, gestures shiver in the encroaching chill disjointed voices hiss behind closed shutters promises scratched on yellowed pages drip in fresh ink chest drawers slide hollow and empty, there there it gathers unformed, unseen the haunting, of the unspoken. . . .
A glimmer on the night lake doused in flames A crescent moon’s smile torn asunder Flushed rose petals crushed underfoot Feathered caress frostbitten tip A bird’s song snapped with a twist Ruins, ruins by a bat of an eye brave of heart is one that melts in the forge. . . .
Steps on the pathless
These feet move of their own accord tracing out its path Where do you go? “I know not” I say, confused “There is nothing before me” Why do you go? seeing no further than the tips of my toes, I whisper “I do not, I’ve simply been carried” Carried where? “Ever into the unknown.” so…
Hat of Sanity
Tip your head back laugh harder let your joints pop clack-a-lacking to the mad frenzy Oh no! Time waits for no man get going manic is the new normal everyone’s wearing the Mad Hatter’s hat of sanity Ha! Ha! Oh no! No time to stop Who dares stop?! xxx
Mirrors curtained in wet drapes peering through crystals, lights stretched to the night skies, apples reddened in the frigid air. One more fat snowflake on a whimsy descent cool kiss its deathbed . . .
The body lay broken on slick rocks gathered to lift it up by the banks of the raging river a rag doll discarded, cold blackened lips parted glass orbs reflecting the grey skies cracked to the void of a wound that rendered it wordless . . .
She twirls on the palm of my hand skin puckered to the swish of her clear skirts tap-tap bare footfalls up my arm blowing through the tangles of my weeping weaves whistling by the drums of these winding caverns Thump~ a beat ‘Listen’ Thump—Thump! ‘Listen!’ she howls ‘The river of blood that runs through All.’…
In the dying light.
Glass drops caught on bare fingers rolling down arms lifted in a poise stilled to the dying sun, wrapping sheaths of light on her skin, splaying by her sides a dancer frozen mid-spin Flap! jolted, her arms flail sparkling beads spill shatter into the ground. ***
I will tell you of a story one with a beautiful castle thick curtains, velvety cushions gilded buttress along its fissured walls gardens riot with flowers, mango and pear trees sickly sweet The hallways silent, footsteps muffled, occasional shrieks Women white as chalk faded like ancient oil paintings, ghost figures frozen in silent scream that…
Beyond land and time I heard you whisper, “Come share a drink with me” tentative, I follow stepped into a pocket suspended in limbo watched your surprised smile at the answering call while you brew tea rummaging and spilling sugar and spices about you the smells of your essence wafted around us unaware of the…