2013 NaPoWriMo Day 14

A Walk

Sunlight shines through wet leaves,
dappled shadows on the ground;
rain puddles gleaming,
dragonflies skimming along the water.

Fallen leaves muffle the sound
of my heavy footsteps,
I watched you dance under the trees,
arms spread and spinning –

carefree and happy –
laughing as squirrels played around your feet.
You flopped on your back,
eyes watching a soft blue sky.

You sighed, whispering my worst nightmare.
You whispered
that you love, not me,
but someone else.

2013 NaPoWriMo Day 13

Hungry

In the growing dark of dusk,
the table is laid for five –
plate piled high with food,
except for one.
The empty plate sits at the head of the table.
She sits at the head,
hands wrinkled and folded.
She waits for her guests,
hoping there is enough to appease them.
They arrive in dribs and drabs –
silent and ethereal.
First, is her childhood friend,
tongue lolling and tail wagging.
Second, the child she aborted,
half developed limbs flailing.
Third, her college roommate,
judgmental eyes watching.
And last, her broken husband,
love into hatred turning.
They come to feast
on her guilt, her shame and her anger –
draining her dry of life,
feeding off of her
until she is like them –
ghostly and dead.

2013 NaPoWriMo Day 12

Flawed

My fortress crumbles
around my feet. You have seen
my anger, my shame,
my past insecurities.
Truly, are you not flawed too?

2013 NaPoWriMo Day 11

Dark Day

The sun rises – westward
facing – driving the night a-
way – black into blue.
And I wonder what darkness
of the soul the day will bring.

2013 NaPoWriMo Day 10

Storms

You and I are storms,
circling each other
in this vast sea of chaos.

We drift,
backwards and forwards,
a constant cycle
of ebb and flow.
Your cold heart
threatens my warm one.
I push you away,
distancing myself
but you cannot stay away –
forever chasing after me
in constant pursuit.

2013 NaPoWriMo Day 9

Blues

The bluesy sound of the saxophone,

accompanied by the mellow thomp of the cello
winds gently through the air.
A pallid cloud of grey cigarette smoke
hangs precariously in the air
as a burble of voices drifts endlessly around the club.
I perch on a barstool,
my glass of neat bourbon sitting beside me.

Silence descends,

the club holds its breath
as they wait for the singer
who steps on stage – all swagger and charm.
Plugging in his guitar,
electric distortions moaning as he tunes.
He plucks the strings – hard and free.
The band kicking in, following his beat.
He sings – voice gravel and deep –
a song of blues,
about how his woman done left him
“cos he forget how to write”.

I smile, swaying to the music.

The guitar rift sending ripples along my skin.
Damn, this song is good, I think to myself.
Finishing my drink, I stand to leave –
smiling at the singer once more over my shoulder,
I walk to the door.
I should have left him months ago.

2013 NaPoWriMo Day 8

Moonlight Dance

The moonlight shines upon the pond –
ice aglow as the fairies dance,
joined by the spirits from beyond.
The moonlight shines upon the pond
as wood nymphs skate around the bend,
everyone laughing as they prance.
The moonlight shines upon the pond –
ice aglow as the fairies dance.