The old woman stood tall and proud.
The clouds wrapping around her,
In swirling shades of soft greys,
A thick, muddled shroud.
The winds formed a coat of fur,
Warmed by the sun’s summer rays. Continue reading “Bristlecone Pine By Ashley Williams”
Nephelle, the young Queen of Mordan, gazed out of the open palace windows. She breathed in the crisp, pine-scented air, steeling herself for the day to come. Walking down the halls of her home, she paused before a mirror, examining herself one last time. She had carefully selected her finest attire for the meeting today.
She wore a long, flowing gown, in blurred shades of white and pale gray, like a snowdrift. She had swept her long, ebony curls over one shoulder, pinning them to the side with an opal comb. As a finishing touch, she’d lined her eyes with thin streaks of kohl, her only touch of makeup. Her eyes were heterochromatic, and the darkness of the kohl highlighted the boldness of the sapphire in her upper left eye, while sharply contrasting with the paleness of her skin and the dominant smoky-gray shade of her eyes. After adorning herself with jewels and placing her silvery crown atop her head, she’d deemed her outfit complete and suitable for today’s activities.
Nephelle’s wife had already left for the meeting, so she knew there was no use in waiting, yet she was still reluctant to leave. She hated meeting days. With one last sigh and glance out the windows at her snow-covered kingdom, she decided to leave. Nephelle used her magic, dissolving into the wind and speeding on her way. Continue reading “The Queen of Mordan by Ashley Williams”
I still love you and I can’t get you out of my head.
Each day we don’t talk I feel like a broken machine that can’t run without your love. Continue reading “I still Love you by Carolyn Hines”
He sits there on the wall telling time, but no one sees him
They pay more attention to his digital version
As they have a conversation
He sits there on the wall all day everyday
Moving his arms clockwise until he runs out of life Continue reading “Clock by Carolyn Hines”
In the cold tasteless air
The sound of children laughter, screams and chatter fill the air
As they go from house to house collecting candy
In the ghostly gloomy night sky
As the erythraean, gambage leaves fall from the trees
Making their way to the ground as they pass by
When they walk they go crunch munch crunch
On the dry crispy leaves as they launch
Handfuls of candy in the air
Love is the need for affection
The constant need for attention
A craving for closeness
Without it, love deprivation
A single tear fills the room with silence
A false trust established
Disbelief sets the atmosphere, a love that perished
Words are lost in the walls, silence amongst them once again
The light from her eyes fades slowly
And darkness closes around their bodies.
We never really know people do we?
We know ourselves, but then we do something we’d say we’d never do.
We know our friends, but then they do something we think they’d never do.
We know our family, but then they do something they say they’d never do. Continue reading “Do we? by Sasha Lewis”
I stand at the foot of Daddy’s bed
rubbing his pale, cold feet in rhythm
breathing deep and slow
willing him to take my breath
and my energy.
Imagining his scarred lungs
taking in my air,
I close my eyes
ignoring the beeping monitor,
the gurgling tubing
the insidious hiss
of 72 liters of oxygen. Continue reading “Daddy by Laura Lindsay”
Bouquets of roses decorate my face
When your face turns ugly with expression
My little heart can no longer keep pace
You are stabbing me and I bleed passion
Cologne waves of peppermint kiss my nose
Your fragrance swallows me and I am lost Continue reading “One Sided Love by Evangeline Bryant”
My youth is falling,
Down with the colored leaves.
The smell of pecan pie
will wish me happy birthday
I’ll float on the aroma of Thanksgiving,
and visualize what
my new life
will bring to me.
