Winsom Wednesday

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She stood strong and sentient while her skin peeled, her bones cracked.  She waited, her soul shining bright, guiding the lost home.  

Sunday Scribbligs - Belly

Squatters, Mum
Have come to stay
Upon this land
Where I do play.

They dash around
All quiet and sullen
Hiding from us
Me and my mate Cullen.

Should I be quick
And snatch one up
Can I bring him
Home for sup?

We’ll feed him great
And fill his belly
With heaping glop’s
Of baked lamb and fine mint jelly.

Friends we’ll be
Forevermore
With the beings
Upon the moor.

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Monday Muse...

Mz. Muse turned her back on me today, pissed that I'm so busy...
"When will you have time for me?" Her breathy voice makes me weak.
"I'm trying - I swear," My plea pathetic to my own ears. 
Upon my knees I beg of her,  "Bear with me a bit longer..."

"I've given you time, ideas to ponder and my voice fills your head.  Still you turn away...
This and that have come before me each and every day.  I cringe at the lists you make
with me placed at the bottom, move me up you silly pup...give me a reason to stay!"

Monday Muse...

Death spoke to me of jobs undone. 
A sinner's heart removed by one.
The valiant and honorable
Need swift release, their dreams are mine
To bequeath.

Yet still I sat, no answer to give
His darkness draining me like a sieve.
Those beady black eyes bore into me
Reminders of my debt to thee.

"I plucked you from hell, and made you mine.
Your wrists I wrapped in thorny vines,
Your heart I tasted - quite sublime
Of cherries, ash and deep red wine.

Now is the time to do as I bid,
Pain and loss you shall rid
Hearts and Souls need shepherds great
To carry them from this world of hate.

You must escort them above and below
Your care is the last they shall know.
Bring not along your mournful face
Lift them high with your grace."

Death spoke to me of jobs undone. 
A sinner's heart removed by one.
The valiant and honorable
Need swift release, their dreams are mine
To bequeath.

A Day in the Life of Serena 
 
Song of the Day:  Your Sister Can't Twist (but she can rock 'n roll) by Elton John

Currently Reading: It's still a secret...

Currently Writing:  The Submission (rewrites) and poetry...the Muse is in a mood.  Editing:  The Submission

Quote of the Day:  There is no mistaking a real book when one meets it. It is like falling in love.

Christopher Morley

 

Thursday Story Slam - The Lady in Red

Image Credit to Whitebook @ DeviantArt, titled A Christmas Story for Rezzan

The lady in red waits beneath the gnarled old tree, sure her love will return one day.

The lady in red listens for his voice on the wind, sure she will hear it in time.

The lady in red watches the sky for his graceful glide; sure she will see it on the horizon.

He’d vowed to love her beyond his very last breath. 

He would be her champion in this life and onward into death.

The lady in red worries upon her knees, troubling is his late arrival.

The lady in red weeps among the leaves, firmly entrenched—deep in denial.

The lady in red withers below the branches, fearful he is lost to her.

She vowed to love him beyond her very last breath.

She would be his haven in life and in death.

The lady in red acknowledges the swift setting sun, their timing long gone.

The lady in red feels the oncoming change, their places to switch with nary a hitch.

The lady in red resolves to accept her fate, the moon once again rearranged the mates.

They vowed to love beyond their very last breath.

Be they in fur, or in feathers—in life or in death.

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Sunday Scribblings - Joy

Joy to the things
all shiny and new

Joy to the way
that I love you

Joy to the feelings
deep in my heart

Joy to the way
we leapt from the start

Joy to the love
we brought into the world

Joy to the wings
she finally unfurled

Joy to the time
we've been given together

Joy to the memories
I'll hold them forever

Joy to the moments
right up to the end

Joy to the whispers; the love
I'll continue to send...

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