for a moment pause
in quiet uncertainty
on a path unknown

Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
for a moment pause
in quiet uncertainty
on a path unknown

contemplating you
in the garden of my mind
my eyes on your skin
Artist Credit: Catrin Welz-Stein.
This fabulous painting and its inspiration were provided by dVERse Poetics:
tasting a new life
cerulean memories
(re)awakening

Image credit; ColinMaynard @ Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a Caucasian baby around one year old, staring into the camera with her big blue-grey eyes. In her hands, she’s holding a wooden block that she is trying to eat.
Thanks for the inspiration to …
her heart still exposed
cracked open and still bleeding
still it’s not enough

Thanks to Sadje.
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