Category Power

Incoherence – dVerse Poetics

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Here’s my submission to the dVerse Poetics prompt – this week, we are asked to write something inspired by ‘peace’, since yesterday was the International Day of Peace.

As ever, my creativity strikes at the most inconvenient of times – last night it was just when I was about to go to bed!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy my piece below – please do visit the linky link thing to read many more!

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– Incoherence –

There is no silence inside my head
It’s filled with the voices of the dead
the lost, the unloved, the slipped through the cracks
There is no silence inside my head

The voices linger inside my head
They keen and whisper of long-held dread
that tears, that corrodes, that rips them apart
There is no silence inside my head

The people crowd inside my head
They shriek whilst they are ripped into shreds
for power, for might, for strength over all
There is no silence in my head

There is no silence inside my head
Illusion’s immunity, them in our stead
for now at least, but time plays tricks well
No peace, no silence, no rest ’til your dead.

Possessed – Five Sentence Fiction

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It’s time for my latest offering to Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction, a weekly prompt where there is no word limit, just a limit on the number of sentences. Plus, although she provides a word prompt, it is just for direction only – you don’t have to include the word itself in your contribution.

This week, the prompt is  – FLOWERS.

Do let me know what you think of my offering below – and whilst you’re at it, why not take a look at everyone else’s offerings (I’m sure they’ll be fabulous), and even give it a go yourself…

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– Possessed –

I stride down the corridors looking neither left nor right; in a lucid moment she has asked for me and I glory in this, holding the knowledge close like a treasured possession.

I suppress a secret smile as I gaze at her, my fingers pressed against the window to her room; my plan has worked, although to render her this helpless I must have overestimated her weight.

The thought pleases me – I like them… delicate.

She is sleeping; her dark lashes heighten the pallor of her cheeks and this thrills me beyond all imagination – I am undone.

Entering her room, I place the two blood red blooms, intertwined like lovers, on the empty chair; she will see them on waking, and understand.

Lillie McFerrin Writes