VIII- Sunrise

Naked, I bathe in the glow of still, solemn rays that, like me, have boldly chosen to rise again I am golden in the early hours, the wispy bits of daylight before dreams disrupt in the fullness of day This moment is my own, stolen…

VII- Bard

The twang of a lute summons all to the maiden though there are rumors, suspicions that it is not her words, nor song, nor beguiling dance that brings attention to her show It is the glimmer in her eye, the rose in her cheek, a…

Prompt for hour 6

MY MORNING WALK Cool breeze Flowers and leaves falling from the trees. The weather is perfect, I wear my designer shoes and track pants. Set out for my walk. I walk rhythmically to the sound of the cawing crows, Till the sound of a random…

Hour 5 poem

MY NEW FRIEND Suddenly I saw flashes of light I thought the heavens have now descended on earth My laptop started beeping Crazy signals and funny codes light up its screen A strange page opens Asking me to write what’s in my mind I asked…

V- Visions

Bronzed skin catches dying light Muscles flex, heaving, at the end of the chase Her breath slows, though she sits anxious still She waits for the wood to darken– she moves best in the moonlight A familiar bush sits to her left and she smirks,…

Poem 5, Herself

Moving is upon her. A new chapter in her life is on the horizon; to live near her family and friends. She was isolated for so long by her ex and thought she deserved to be alone. There are memories filled with lies, gaslighting and…

4 hour prompt

WE ARE POWERFUL There is ‘art’ inside every heart, Do not kill the artist inside you! There is ‘air’ in our hair, Let your hair loose and do not get tied up old traditions There is an’ I’ inside every eye, See only what makes…

Poem 3, Words Appear

Silence hugs the room as she waits for words to fill the empty page. People around the world are doing the same in their homes. We are not giving up. We are going strong. Snacks piled next to us. Drinks at the ready. Typing fills…

III- Flight

I cling to mountain rock weary from fruitless migration. Wind tussles my feathers, bids me unwelcome. Ancient oak whispers of wisdom, promises peace. Coquettish waves push and pull, winking an invitation. I release my talons and dive into the open air. I seek guidance in…

II- Communion

Chalices of legend jeweled, coveted, rare pour their contents slowly into the pungent Earth Water, ageless yet eternal waits for the emboldened traveler Wine, refined by time is fickle in its wisdom Blood, precious but reluctant flows freed from splitting skin   The chalices empty,…