Little heart fluttering
in the palm of my hand
what delight to share a moment
with such a pretty little creature!
Won’t you stay awhile?
Scooped from the rail
my tiny bones quake
and now, eyes squeezed shut
I wait for the giant to crush me
in its big, clumsy fist.
Be calm, little bird
do not fear me
allow me to look more closely
admire the beauty
of your bright plumage.
The hand seems gentle
but I shan’t be taken in.
I open a wary eye
prepare for flight
Farewell, little bird
I’ll listen for your song
here by the lake
me, in gentle harmony
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #49 photo prompt.
Image credit: Evan Clark – Unsplash
The light of experience illuminates
the wealth of knowledge expounds
but the real truth lies
behind the words
in the depths of the speaker’s soul.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #48 photo prompt.
Image credit: Mohammad Hoseini Rad – Unsplash
at the back of the throat
chords strung taut
bloated tongue, swells
runs through the hourly glass
sands of time spilling out
time, after all
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #46 photo prompt.
Image credit: Dan Grinwis – Unsplash
Walls have ears and doors have eyes
your every move is checked.
Where you’ve been, whom you’ve seen
Examine what you’ve done.
All treachery gets back to me
I’ve something on you all.
Have you pleased me? Did you deceive me?
Maybe you’re the one.
Unnatural needs, wicked deeds
Someone’s betrayed the Cause.
Now choose your cup and drink it up
Will poison be in yours?
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #40 photo prompt.
Image credit: 五玄土 ORIENTO on Unsplash
Also inspired by ‘The Testaments’ by Margaret Atwood, which I finished reading over the weekend. A really splendid book. Here’s my review on Goodreads.
Sunshine and sandcastles,
warm hugs and gap-toothed grins.
Short skirts and high heeled shoes,
deep kisses and long-lashed smiles.
Memories colour a drab existence,
a façade over a pretty face.
Worn, wrinkled and age-faded,
behold the deceitful mask of time.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #36 photo prompt.
Image credit: Ariadne-a-mazed on Pixabay
Dressed in alabaster skin, I wait
beneath the unctuous black blanket of night.
Moonlight casts lascivious shadows
as I slide inside your cloak.
Moonlight illuminates your lurid lips
as I yield to dark desire.
Come morning, sunlight snatches you away
yet still you slide over my skin.
Until the next time
when darkness comes again.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #35 photo prompt.
Image credit: Pixabay
I have a mirror which makes
me look thinner.
Not quite svelte
but at least I can loosen my belt,
to allow the occasional treat.
So bring me chocolate and sweets
and sugary treats
and promise not to tell
That the width of my waist
when sucked in with haste,
isn’t as large as I think
when approaching the sink
to wash up the debris of sin.
But here’s to the spring
when each living thing
starts to frolic and dance in the sun.
I’ll be hidden away
with the stash of today:
chocolate bunnies and eggs
and a book.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #25 photo prompt.
Image credit: Annca on Pixabay
Wherever you go, know
I will watch out for you.
No, don’t look back!
Your future lies ahead.
Live it out, live it well
Be free, be happy!
Don’t turn around!
You’ll break the spell.
Know, my love
that I will be waiting
Until we meet
on the other side.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #20 photo prompt.
Image credit: Akshay Premjith, Pixabay
A smile creeps around the corners of your face,
a faraway gaze mists your eyes,
remembering the hugs and tears
with each of the little ones.
They’ve long grown up
and fled the nest
But you hold on to those memories
Just in case
they need them again.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #17 photo prompt.
Image credit: Lisa Fotios – Pixabay
My love, how did I come to lose you?
You, the one to whom
I cleaved my heart, my soul
for all time.
Just a trace of you remains:
a hint of your scent in the clothes
you left behind.
Come back my love, so I can hold you again.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #16 photo prompt.
Photo credit: ‘Reflections’ by Yunus Emre Uzun