A limerick The young thespian's tears stole the show; Offstage, though, they continued to flow, for at one unlucky junction, her wardrobe did malfunction, and two thick socks flew into the first row. d'Verse prompt: Compound Me! At d'Verse, poets are encouraged to choose at least one compound word from the list below to use… Continue reading Staged, or: Busted
A shadorma barge sternlight glows through dense night fog; dim, old dock; vain gulls pose on catwalk in the spotlight; fancy themselves grand Mist by Ton Heijnen, via 500px This poem was written in response to: The Sunday Muse #210;Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #259 Shadorma? six-line stanzas (or sestets);each stanza has a syllable count… Continue reading Sternlight, or: Spotlight
A limerick Gordo gorged on meat when angry or nervous and could not bear slow restaurant service. Once, ol' Gordo ordered a whole cow - when the staff balked, he shouted, "Now!" On the hoof, the cook cried, "God, preserve us!" d'Verse prompt: Bon appétit food poetry At d'Verse, poets were encouraged to write poems about… Continue reading On the hoof, or: Mad as a meat axe
d’Verse prosery Even as the King's mages work desperately to repair my charred eyes, I cannot help but clutch my fists apprehensively, for how can I be sure I shall see again? The world on the first of May was peaceful, no different than the last of April, really, although the skies seemed just a… Continue reading Up towards the vortex
He recalled her wild spontaneity, always pushing him beyond his comfort zone. He'd fallen in love on an impromptu rooftop adventure. As she'd sat there, enjoying the sunset, he'd sat watching the wind whipping her long, beautiful hair around… worrying that she might get blown off the roof. This piece of flash fiction was written… Continue reading An impromptu rooftop visit
A limerick He gripped the stair railing with surprise, as the despair faded from his eyes; but it was just her twin sister who smirked, 'Man, you sure dissed her!' and then straddled his lap with her thighs. ‘What do you see’ Prompt #132 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below (taken… Continue reading One bad turn, or: Another
Ever so tenderly and with devoted reverence, Neeraj approached his beloved Aarav and pet his friend's face, as the light slowly faded from the ancient, gentle elephant's luminous golden eyes. This piece of flash fiction was written in response to: The Sunday Muse #208;Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #257
For all the money he'd throw at her, she felt herself his possession and hated it. Finally, she'd had enough. "I'm leaving you," she said, as her silk dress fell to the floor, followed by her jewelry and lingerie. "You can keep everything." Naked, she turned provocatively towards the front door, as he stood there… Continue reading Her silk dress fell to the floor
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