Liquid Rips

 

 

Clouds fight to hold back the light

Cracks tearing through their fabric

Spilling day’s final radiance

Stand tall

Throw back your head

And breath in this unique show

Before a final shift and the clouds

Have swallowed it whole again

Leaving only the muting of the day

 

 

 

This was inspired by the sunset last night as I was out walking listening to Post Rock music. Five minutes later and it had completely clouded over again.  Nature really is amazing.

Sleepy Head

Day is masquerading as the night

Tempting me to sleep tight

Fallen Beauty

Dancing barefoot

Amongst the fallen beauty

Across Skin

Feathered kisses
Like whispers
Across skin

Without The Mask

If I stand in front of you,

No make-up,

Hair tied back,

I’m showing you me,

The real me.

With my lanky soul.

A glance or word,

Could cause my destruction.

There is no ultimatum,

Just the desire,

To stand,

In front of you,

Without the mask.

 

This week the Three Word Wednesday’s prompt words were ultimatum, destruction and lanky

My Breath My Soul

 

I know I will never be your muse

Instead I look outward

To the world around

Trying to capture things that inspire me

To put them into ink

A bouquet of letters

My tribute

Joining us briefly

I could never be penitent

About my thoughts for you

They are my breath my soul now

And I have to believe

That these small touches

Do get through

 

 

 

 

 

It’s been a while, but this week I thought I’d try and get back into the Three Word Wednesday prompt again. This week the prompt words were believe, penitent and tribute

Summer

 

A bee hung in the air, the blur at its sides the only hint of how it was floating there. Or maybe it was the treacle warm air holding it in place? The stickiness certainly held her on the picnic blanket. Rolling slowly onto her back, eyes squinting, they picked out the vapour trails from a plane as it slowly carved up the sky. Somewhere on this planet he could be looking up as well. It’s what they used to do, summers past. Even in this type of heat they would have been lying close, the need for touch greater then anything the sun could throw at them.

The bee suddenly zigged to one side, dipping down onto a flower. Amongst the bird call and solo cricket, the bee was now a  muffled buzz as it shuffled around, bum wiggling in the sun. A slow sigh escaped, adding heat to the surrounding air as she closed her eyes, letting the sun play across her skin. Letting it build to a level she almost couldn’t cope with…then the slight breeze chased across, stealing the intensity and replacing it with goosebumps. She bit her lip as she lost herself in the thought, remembering how the brush of his hands had once done the same.

He watched her from the window, as she lay half shaded by the palm tree, probably asleep. Her skin was starting to redden and he wondered where the suncream was. As he turned to go, a bee buzzed against the glass and he tutted at how stupid bees were. They obviously couldn’t see what was right under their nose.

Luring The Wild Beast Sleep

I whisper softly to Sleep

Luring it

Closer

For this wild beast

Scares easily

Dance

Dance across my mind and tongue

Turn The Kaleidoscope

 

Tip your head

Turn the kaleidoscope

Another notch

A new world

Is waiting