50 Word Stories – Cobwebs

Losing Polly’s heart hurt. She cupped her soul in the palms of her hands and cast it to the wind. There she hoped it would find another body, one who chose more wisely. If not? Then it would drift amongst the cobwebs in the sky just waiting to be caught.

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50 Word Stories – Breathing in Unison

50 Word Stories – Breathing in Unison

There are ever moments in lives made from many that demand savouring more than others. Every second should share the same values, the same high regard, and yet they don’t. For me, it’s those moments in the still of night when hearts collide and you realise you’re breathing in unison.

Naked in Hindsight


Naked in Hindsight

Like ivies entwined 

Curling through the branches of life,

We made for the light 

From out of totalitarian darkness.

We had to, you see.

Natural lovers chased by the mould,

The mildew of existence,

Seeking the comforts of shared warmths

And a quiet breath or two,

We tried.

Yes, we tried.

Innocents, one might have said,

If free from society’s sharp tongues 

And scathing accusations.

Or alternatively fools.

For the truth was,

The very essence of the situation,

We were naked in hindsight.

Then again,

Weren’t we all?

50 Word Stories – Lifelong and More

50 Word Stories – Lifelong & More

We made a commitment unseen by all but the falling leaves. Tumbling cascades of russet blessings, it was all we needed. Married before nature, we swore to the woodland faeries, animals and flowers that like roots for their trees we’d support each other forever. ‘Lifelong,’ we whispered, then fluttered away.

Seen

I saw her as though a mist descending

Without definition, she wavered

Though I knew it she

The footprint on my heart remembered so

And I waited, expectant, uncertain

For the dead are ever fickle

Though I prayed them not

Like the thinnest veil uplifted

Revealing a lesser gauze beneath

She looked upon me eyes weeping

An uncertain rain

She could not reach out, did not

For her solidity forbade it

But mine did not

I cast myself upon her, through her

When I looked back, she’d gone

And though I’d viewed her

Almost felt her, imagined her warmth

I wished I’d never seen her at all