Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Every day I pass this place and wonder.
Are you watching over me?
Did your passing change your face?
Does your smile ever reach your eyes?
Did your shattered fragments become whole?
Or are you still laughing as I stumble?
Not sure exactly what this is–poetry or flash or a weird combo, but thanks for the inspiration to girlie on the edge’s Six Sentence Story Challenge and Crimson’s Creative Challenge.
the curtain rises
born with intuitive grace
we bask in the show
then tears build a wall
and days unfurl into years
the party grows old
till a new moon shines
nothing left (or right) to chance
toss the dice once more
in the hush we feign
betting on the hand of fate
to change destiny
but stripped to the bone
the curtain of darkness falls
a shroud for the shame
still the day begins
a trick of light and shadow
burning umber sky
an unwary smile
a mask we still wear each day
hiding our true face
intolerable
Thanks to Carrot Ranch 99 Word Story Challenge for the inspiration to try something a bit different for me- a narrative poem of sorts.
“Well, that’s that,” Joe said as he reached for my hand. Staying silent, I let the distance between us widen.
Trying again, Joe confidently declared: “It’s the best thing for him.”
“Don’t spew that party line crap at me! This isn’t how things were supposed to go.”
“For heaven’s sake, Lisa, it’s a day cruise for singles! You’re not launching him onto an ice float to die!”
“I’ll be sure to remind you of that when it’s your mum’s turn.”
“What … no … she … hrmph.”
Magnanimous in victory, I grabbed his hand. “I know. Letting go is hard.”
PHOTO PROMPT © Peter Abbey
Thanks for the photo inspiration to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioners
She had hurdled headfirst into the belly of the beast, but she wasn’t scared. Instead, she had felt strong, like an avenging angel, cutting through the hype like a flaming sword of justice. She was not a hater! She had just wanted to introduce some balance, but now she was scared. It was like screaming into the void. Nobody messed with Taylor and got out alive.
Just for the record, I’m a Taylor Swift fan. But … sometimes ya gotta speak truth to power 😉
Thanks to GirlieOnTheEdge (Balance) and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (Belly) for today’s inspiration.
Not the time or place
Friendship as a metaphor
A true love denied
“Sappho and Erinna in a Garden at Mytilene,” was painted by Simeon Solomon. As a gay Jewish artist living in Victorian England, his work was almost lost to history. Solomon, who was associated with the 19th century Pre-Raphaelite movement, had his career cut short when he was arrested twice for same-sex liaisons with men (in 1873 and 1874), at the apogee of his fame, and it tragically changed the course of his life.
After his prosecutions he no longer exhibited, although it was still collected by a select few. In 1884, he was admitted to the workhouse where he continued to produce work, but his life and talent were blighted by alcoholism. Twenty years later in 1905, he died from complications brought on by his alcoholism. He was buried at the Jewish Cemetery in Willesden.
Thanks to Linda Hill’s JusJotJan challenge for the inspiration to share this piece of history.
LOVE IS LOVE!
Tina Stewart Brakebill 