Varicoloured, head spinning, ebb and flow below
Easy now, no need to go
Reflect on your decision. No!
Taking my leave now
I’m stepping out
Gasping, grasping
Oblivion.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What do You See #82 photo prompt.
Image credit: Sean Robertson @ Unsplash
The image shows a view of a busy street from the top of a tall building. Down below you can see traffic and pedestrians.
Concealed behind that plain façade
silently observing yet unobserved
you creep along obscure corridors
listening at keyholes, capturing confidences
pocketing intrigues and salting them away.
Green mantle cloaked, you traverse the town
sniffing out secrets, ferreting for indiscretions
licking spoons that stir the pot
snatching skeletons from cupboards
to one day share and spill.
Nothing escapes your inimical attention
under your watch, people scarcely sleep
they mind their tongues, mind other people’s
but blank of countenance and with eyeless innocence
for now your secrets stay safe with me.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What do You See #81 photo prompt.
Image credit: Victoria Strukovskaya @ Unsplash
The image shows a closed wooden gate with the number 28.5 written on it with chalk. The gate is surrounded by thick green creepers.
each night, enveloped in scarlet
golden sun slides under blue blankets
gossamer strands of lingering light
caress cooling sands
waves wash upon the shore, breaking
breaking, unceasingly breaking
erasing away the day
each night, cloaked in obsidian
silver moon shakes out her gown
scattering glittering pennies
over wine-dark skies
waves wash upon the shore, breaking
breaking, unceasingly breaking
hailing a new dawn
Written in response to Sadje‘s What do You See #79 photo prompt.
Image credit: Philippe D @ Unsplash
The image shows a lighthouse situated on a small island. The sun is setting behind the lighthouse, colouring the sky in beautiful shades of orange and pink.
Dusk melts seductively
Into soft velvet
Night
Now darkness descends
Expectation
Revives
Forever, I’ll long to hold you again
On this date when I
Remember
This is our special night
When I set the table, anticipating, longing for you
Oh, I will always be longing for you.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What do You See #78 photo prompt.
Image credit: Gabriella Clare Marino@ Unsplash
The image shows a table set for two people. The location seems to be outdoors, in an alley.
In the calm of the evening
walking on wet sand
the soft scratch of silica
caresses my naked feet
I lift my face skywards
tasting the salt-laden breeze
sharpened by thyme-scented air
filtering from hushed hillsides
As the sun slips into the ocean
bronze and crimson flares flash
across the rolling cobalt waves
soon swallowed into darkness
Resting on a sea-smoothed rock
my feet wetted with cool water
I flare a sulphurous match
touching it to the lantern’s wick
A pool of golden light
fills the darkness of my heart
as I remember the evenings
when you were still here.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What do You See #77 photo prompt.
Image credit: Andrew Morris @ Unsplash
The image shows a lantern sitting on the wet sand of a beach. There are fairy lights inside the lantern.
Porcelain cheeks, rosebud mouth
hide cunning mischief
that lurks inside.
Dropping your decorous robe
lascivious lips curl around
murmured persuasions
nuzzling nakedness
your smile
beguiles
A shiver down a sinuous spine
foraging finger tips fathom
a sharp intake of breath
sensuous rhythms
rock together
forever
Dawn slides into morning
decorum is restored;
appearance is all.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What do You See #76 photo prompt.
Image credit: GoranH on Pixabay
The image shows a small porcelain angel sitting in a prayer mode.
Starlight pricks heaven’s violet mantle
Evening shades fade to velvet umber
Luminous in languorous liquid light
Eternal sentinel of mortal slumber
Never failing, forever wax and waning
Enduring, eternal moon.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What do You See #75 photo prompt.
Image credit: Jasmin Chew@ Unsplash
The image shows a young woman looking up at the sky where a new moon is visible. Her stance is meditative.
Selene is the Greek goddess of the moon. Her Roman equivalent is Luna.
sand
at the back of the throat
chords strung taut
bloated tongue, swells
says nothing.
time
runs through the hourly glass
empty now
confession calls
tell nothing.
life
sands of time spilling out
dunes shifting
time, after all
is nothing.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #46 photo prompt.
Image credit: Dan Grinwis – Unsplash
Dark trees, darkened house,
sense of dread inside your head.
Go on, step softly, lest he hear you
What goes on inside that house?
Light spills out, a shadow moves
Hold your breath, keep still, keep calm!
The light grows stronger, pulls you near.
Sense of dread inside your head.
You look up, the figure beckons.
Sense of dread inside your head.
Gripped by his gaze he draws you in.
Sense of dread inside your head.
You venture onward, up the stairs.
Sense of dread inside your head.
Dark trees, darkened house,
no longer have that sense of dread?
Come closer now, you’re almost there
Welcome to the vampire’s lair!
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #31 photo prompt.
Image credit: Art Tower on Pixabay
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