Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
taste my bleeding heart
its sweetness drowned in fury
battered by the fight
In the words of the fabulous Dixie Chicks I’m Not Ready to Make Nice so (try as I might) not even the word prompts of sweet/heart could quell my rage. But thanks for trying Ronovan Writes.
when day turns to night
the echo of your heartbeat
stays my fleeing soul
Thanks to Ronovan Writes for the inspiration.
I used synonyms today: echo and heartbeat (for sound) and heartbeat and fleeing (for motion).
to discover words
opens your mind to wonder
and your heart to love
Thanks to The Haunted Wordsmith and Sue Vincent for the great photo prompts. In the midst of the chaos of … well everything, both of these picture reminded me of the sweet calm of my “happy place”–reading. Books really were my first love. The library (and all the wonderful librarians I have known in my life) will always hold a special place in my heart and mind.
“To find what you seek, unlock the castle doors. Precious beyond words. But only words will open the way.”
“Open sesame!”
“Abracadabra”
“Shazam”
No luck. Jane’s heart was trapped behind those doors and they’d made it a game. But she was good at games. Think! Hours passed. Then she remembered. Gandalf! Say friend and enter!
“Words!”
And her heart bound out the door.
Thanks to SoCS
And SammiScribbles
And FOWC
Featured Image (castle walls) courtesy of Rochelle Wysoff-Fields
Tina Stewart Brakebill 