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

Make Time To Play



The rain is falling;
Miserable for some.
But I love the brisk cold,
Exploding on my skin.
A chance to tip my face to the sky,
Inhaling in the wet earth;
Detached momentarily,
From my usual focus.
So smile and look up,
Make time to play.

This week the prompt words for Three Word Wednesday were miserable, brisk and detached

Until There Is Only Her

Ripe curved hips,
Sway slowly.
A bracelet of stars,
Sings on her wrist.
She holds herself,
With dignity.
Lacerate her shield,
To find the real woman.
But once the molten is released,
It will wrap around your body.
Indiscriminately consuming you,
Until there is only her.



This week the prompt words for Three Word Wednesday were dignity, lacerate and ripe