We tumbled, drifted, tumbled again
Just us against the wind,
You and I, me and you,
Leaves in a tempest,
Feathers on the wing;
Watching our lives pass
With smiles on our faces
Never wondering when we’d land,
Nor if there we’d settle
Like snowflakes made snow,
Blanketing the bad world
So all we’d know was truths.
A simple state of loving,
Our essence pooled together,
As eternal, we’d remain.
Two years! Two years of drinking more coffee than a whole family of cocoa bean addicts. That’s what it felt like, anyway. And I preferred tea. Would I have done it all again? Damn right! When I asked the barista out? She just raised an eyebrow. Still, wasn’t a no.
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.
We’re meeting in landscapes
Joined at the soul
Waiting nightly for sleep
To roam beautiful dreams
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.
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,
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.
Weren’t we all?
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.
“Though centuries pass in seconds, my words for you shall never age.”
The Ghost writer
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
Eloise stood away from the others as detached as if she’d been in Rome. Whilst her so-called friends paraded before the boys like so much fresh meat, Eloise waved them away. Whilst the others coerced and cajoled, fluttered eyes and waggled worse, she looked off into some unknown secret. I likened her to heaven, distant, yet a goal worth waiting for. Wait, I did. Wait, I would. Always.