young love grows weary
his touch turning icy hot
as their paths diverge
Thanks to Your Daily Word Prompt for DIVERGE and to Putting My Feet in the Dirt for the wonderful phrase ICY HOT.
haiku: a love story?
but, still (or the magic door)
Susan felt like a fool. It was 1977 not 1957. My god, she was a liberated woman! How could she fall for his line?
Stupid!
But, still, she stayed. Remembering. Champagne. His voice in her ear. “I can’t tell you where I’m going but meet me here on Christmas Eve.”
Stupid!
Did she think she was Deborah Kerr in some kind of Hollywood movie? She should go.
Stupid!
But, still, she stayed. Remembering. Laughter. Sparkling blue eyes. “This’ll be our magical place.”
Stupid!
But, still, she stayed. Waiting. Till she heard those whispered words: “Hey beautiful. Is this seat taken?”
Photo prompt courtesy of Dale Rogerson
These 100 hopeful words were written for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioners Challenge.
Was it in her head or did he come through the magical doors?
the landslide (with apologies to stevie nicks)
your touch, tremoring
a mirror in snowy light
our love, reflected
Thanks to Fandango’s FOWC for the opportunity to indulge my love for Stevie Nicks and Fleetwood Mac.
blue hope
Our blues turn azure
imagining the future
Anticipation
Image credit: Evan Clark@Unsplash
Feeling a bit of hope this week. Thanks to Sadje’s WDYS Challenge for giving me a chance to articulate it.
after the storm
falling from grace, shame
left cold in the dirt, crying
rising, triumphant
Thanks to Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge for the haiku word prompts (fall / cold) and to Tales from the Mind of Kristian Word Prompt for the storm theme.
And if you haven’t then get out there and VOTE FOR CHANGE!
Tina Stewart Brakebill 