the blush of springtime
happy colors, painted toes
lilacs and sunshine

Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
the blush of springtime
happy colors, painted toes
lilacs and sunshine

her heart still exposed
cracked open and still bleeding
still it’s not enough

Thanks to Sadje.
city life in bloom
red, pink, yellow, and orange
springing with new life
as the sleeping trees lay bare
under skyscrapers of blue

Drink Me was her—admittedly, completely unoriginal—first thought. But really what else does one think when one sees a tiny door. If reading had taught her anything it was that tiny doors lead to magical places full of lovely flowers and great adventures. Intent on finding the beautiful bottle that she knew MUST be nearby, she didn’t see the bark begin to ripple. Sadly, little Allie had forgotten another important lesson about magical doors: they often have guards. Before she could even think “what a curious feeling,” she felt its arms around her. Now it’s her turn to wait.

PHOTO PROMPT © Fleur Lind
a winding ribbon
vistas beyond perception
possibilities
Image credit Sarah Whiley