My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Writing Prompt #157 “Collage 22” They met in the bloom of youth: No time for love, no time for truth, Which they kept hidden Along with their hearts. They met again, from time to time, Travelling apart But always bumping into each other, Searching for something In the coolness of […]
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Butterfly Love
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Writing Prompt #155 “Collage 21” In a hammock Strung below a starless sky, They unpicked a fledgling butterfly From its gossamer cocoon And tossed it to the moon. On a lonely bench Among the tallest trees, Pages turning in the breeze, She read him her history, Unravelling her mystery. […]
Song of a Modern Prospero
Inspired by my current attempt to write a poetic synopsis of The Tempest from the point of view of Miranda in 400 characters, a poem from the point of view of a modern Prospero is my response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Writing Prompt #153 “Collage 20” Tell me, my only child, With your studious looks And […]
Monsters
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Writing Prompt #151 “Collage 19” ‘We stopped checking for monsters under the bed when we realized they were inside of us.’ Charles Darwin. We stopped checking for monsters under the bed, the sandman, and the bogeyman in the closet, and searched elsewhere for our thrills instead: ghost hunting in abandoned […]
Brave and Quiet
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Writing Prompt #149 “Collage 18” The quote “You’re So Brave and Quiet I forget you’re suffering.” Ernest Hemingway. Behind the trusty doors of confession A soul is bared Unaware That someone else is listening And later Over coffee The story creeps across a kitchen table Grotesque gossip Woven like a […]
Everything Was Beautiful
My response to MindLoveMisery’s Writing Prompt #144 “Collage 16″ They woke up to espresso In aquamarine cups Black and strong Nothing could go wrong She sat on his knee In a hotel room in Tuscany After a night of pasta and wine The floor boards creaked Under their feet Everything was beautiful And nothing hurt […]