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Desert – WordPress Daily Prompt

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Her soul is arid

desert-dry and barren

crushed grains of sand

slipping between her fingers.

Desiccated and bereft of all that could have been,

hiding within herself

she cowers in the face of all that life has thrown at her.

Harsh winds have turned her into a husk

of her former, vibrant self.

She feels safer, protected behind these unscalable walls

but what price safety, if she is

isolated?

A woman as an island,

separated from a succulent oasis

is no woman at all.

Here is a poem, inspired by the WordPress Daily Prompt, which today is ‘desert’. Why not have a go yourself? Poetry, short fiction, stream of consciousness – let your imagination run wild!

 

Defence -Daily Prompt

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I protect myself with iron

with chain-link, I defend myself

you may not breach the battlements

I do not consent

it’s safer that way

– for me –

I will not take the risk

I will not let you in

hemmed in isolation protects me

from the rest of you

I am still at my own mercy

the most destructive force of all

 

Here’s my entry into the WordPress Daily Prompt, where today’s word is ‘fence’. Please do check in to read other entries!

Reticent – dVerse Quadrille

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All those times when (I) kept thoughts

to myself, not wishing to stir up…

to stir up…

because (you) kept your heart buried

deep within the folds of your tweed jacket

whilst wearing it

loud, pulsating, on your sleeve

Why did (we) not spill?

 

I must pay closer attention to d’Schedule! I do enjoy a Quadrille (and this is only the seond one I have written), and last night was Quadrille night over at dVerse. Still, it’s not too late to enter because Mr Linky is still in evidence 🙂

Here’s my entry. This week, we are invited to use the word ‘spill’, and I have written about the lengths we often go to, to protect other’s feelings, or to avoid dealing with things that are uncomfortable, or painful. When it’s too late, believe me, you regret not opening your mouth and letting the words out.

Please do head on over to the wonderful dVerse poets’ pub, rest awhile and read – or write!