quadrille, cadmium red
a bleeding heart dashed on the rocks below
haiku, rose madder
soft cheeks blushing in childhood innocence
rondeau, prussian blue
shadowy arctic wastes and frozen marrow
triolet, permanent sap green
grass winking in the dewy dawn
perylene violet, davy’s grey, chinese white
free verse, prose
my raison d’être
i am but a shadow
This week, A Dash of Sunny invites us to write a poem inspired by passion. I wonder, can you guess what keeps me going in the face of day to day living?
Why not join in and take part? All are welcome and your host is a simply lovely lady!
He stole me.
He reached inside, breached the battlements, and stole me.
Took my heart, my body, my soul and stole me away.
Stole me away from here, from there, from then, from now.
I am his contraband.
Here is my latest entry – in poetic form – into the lovely Lillie’s Five Sentence Fiction, where she has provided this photo for our inspiration. Please do visit here to read the entries from other writers who love to keep it short too.
They say that full thickness burns are painless
though the epidermis never truly heals.
Tight scars engulf you –
if you’re lucky, you survive the onslaught.
Me, I look exactly as I was before,
so the immolation must have been minor,
or so others say.
Scratch beneath the surface
and you will reveal the echoes of what was said, or worse –
The air still hangs heavy between us,
leaden, oily, ready to ignite.
Oh, we had a spark alright
but left uncontrolled
with no firebreak between us
inflagration was inevitable.
To all, to all, but us.