Finally the darkness descended but was pallid from tension hidden in its sheer bosom a column of secrets lay quietly. Wilily waiting for the dramatic moment to spill animus.
the orange dawn sighed wearily as it cleared the debris of the quarrelsome night.
Your translucent skin astoundingly delicate gingerly I run my fingers along the length of your tiny arms how adorable you look curled up on your side your toothless smile has me in raptures my emotions palpably raw and overwhelming I cradle tenderly your fuzz covered head I listen awestruck to your rapid heartbeat your petal soft cheeks I tentatively caress your sweet breath gently tickles my neck I dawdle over the silkiness of your dainty foot marveling at the soot coloured lace like lashes my eyes shimmer with joy, my heart overflows.
Charlatan Luna, shining coquettishly in borrowed finery Takes undue advantage of nature binding us in a binary My brightness, my albatross Her luminosity, also my cross Paeans sung in secondary’s praise; I rue being the primary.
He opened the book with a sharp intake of breath from picture books he was now graduating to the fascinating world of written words
his eyes grew large in wonderment as the higgledy-piggledy hieroglyphics were finally beginning to make some sense!
he dived right in, ablaze with excitement his eyes all goggled, his young mind boggled as the word-adventures began to unfurl!
he rolled his tongue around every groovy morsel of words he read aloud words captivated by their sound he mumbled the long words under his breath
the first brush with reading took him to worlds unexplored these days he knows not his own whereabouts; whether he is inside a book or a book inside him!
Hush! I tell my weary heart not to cry as mayhem is unleashed in a flurry I sip life slowly; the world jostles by the time has come for us all to worry
as mayhem is unleashed in a flurry wonder if people ponder their time here the time has come for us all to worry I frown, as I try to blink back a tear
wonder if people ponder their time here a frenzied rush leading no where I frown, as I try to blink back a tear as I hear of killings here and there
a frenzied rush leading no where I sip life slowly, the world jostles by as I hear of killings here and there hush! I tell my weary heart not to cry
Written in response to POW Kerfe’s prompt for W3 challenge run by David. Her prompt guidelines are:
susurrating softly underfoot or whooshing past at breakneck speed clamouring for attention always in a mad rush refuses to stop will not standstill frenemy sure is Time
A nonet for W3. POW Britta has asked us to write about time.
a vast expanse of experiences of old ending and new beginnings beckons with promises afresh shiny table, squeaky chair welcoming coworkers dedication same trepidation but also aflame hope
A reverse etheree in response to David’s first W3. You can read about it here and respond here.