Here is my ‘word of the week’, to learn new words and give myself writing prompt opportunities. This week it is: ‘Asperse’.
Gilded Murders
Aspersed.
Spurned.
Cursed.
The bodies that burned,
Under hate.
Your residence for beautiful scribbles.
Here is my ‘word of the week’, to learn new words and give myself writing prompt opportunities. This week it is: ‘Asperse’.
Gilded Murders
Aspersed.
Spurned.
Cursed.
The bodies that burned,
Under hate.
This is my photo prompt for the week. I hope we both find some inspiration within it.
Sanctuary
My universe will always lay,
Centered beneath the moon,
In that quiet, unassuming way,
The sun has never mastered.
This is my photo prompt for the week. I hope we both find some inspiration within it.
A Deeper Bond Than Love
Every day, you dig deeper into my crevices,
You heal through all of my imperfections.
I read you my pile of heart felt choruses,
Together, we give each other balance.
I am your stars,
You are my sea.
We’ve laid bare our scars,
On the ultimate journey.
Here is my ‘word of the week’, to learn new words and give myself writing prompt opportunities. This week it is: ‘Brumous’.
Entrapment
The snow sticks to my eyebrows,
As the puffy flakes rain above me.
The mud freezes on the surrounding sloughs,
I hike to higher ground amongst the trees.
He traps us here within the brumous air,
Hoping our bodies are never found.
He is special kind of monster,
Teeth and bones glitter the ground.
It is him against me,
To the death.
This is my photo prompt for the week. I hope we both find some inspiration within it.
A Winter Day
The ice beneath us,
Pinches our skin.
Our hibernation is precious,
Or we never rise as Queens.
We must rage,
Against the dying light.
To find courage,
Within the blooming night.
Here is my ‘word of the week’, to learn new words and give myself writing prompt opportunities. This week it is: ‘Anaxiphilia’. I didn’t find this in the merriam dictionary but I did find it on the urban slang website. Therefore, I am counting this as a new word.
Wilted
I want to bleed at your feet,
Until you see the real me.
Anaxiphilia.
I want to dissect your defences,
Until you let me in.
Danger.
I want to carve out my heart,
Until you promise to take it with you.
Capture.
This is my photo prompt for the week. I hope we both find some inspiration within it.
Blanketing
Snow bathes the hills,
Within its gentle clutch,
The early birds morning thrills,
Are largely shushed.
Winter has descended.
This is my photo prompt for the week. I hope we both find some inspiration within it.
Northern lights
The auroral symphony plays overhead,
The chill has burrowed beneath my shell,
I am a fly caught in the spider’s thread,
The brilliance of a lifetime in its spell.
Here is my ‘word of the week’, to learn new words and give myself writing prompt opportunities. This week it is: ‘Metanoia’.
Harbinger
The crows used to beck at me,
To join their crusade of scavengers,
But I could never join their revelry,
Join their band of body butchers.
Until one day, the day the food died.
We had to shed our paranoia,
And settle for a world of survival.
We embraced the coming metanoia,
The coming, ‘kill or be killed revival’.
Their blood flowed until it petrified.
And then I ate the world.
To add to my word of the week posts, I am beginning a weekly photo prompt. Here is the first one all ready for Christmas week. Below is the prompt for this week. I hope it provides an opportunity to be inspired.
A Haunting in December
Every year in December,
I remember the bows we tied
and the presents we’d hide,
Even now, I think of her.
Her laugh drew us in,
Like moths to the flame,
We knew we’d never be the same,
I’d move hell to see her again.