A NIGHT OUT OF TIME
From ‘More confessions of a Cover Whore’
A Sonnet to my Beach Soiree date, Luke from “Dark Isle” by Shannon Mayer
Luke, is one of the Tuatha de Daanan. You know, Fae. Which means not only does he have the looks of a demi-god, but he has the Charm to back it up.
Shall I seek thee heat of a wicked dance?
While the song of fire crackles at thine back?
These winds make haste the wildness of my heart
Magic wraps in close as we reach the beach
Your hand seeks mine grasps its possession strong
Smoke and Flame release our space giving way
Mine sweet love embrace thee smoldering heat
Sweat glistens Smile bright golden chest with might
But alas your heart is not yours to give
Ancient prophets, ancient race, your soul to live
Be mine tonight tomorrow hers sweet Luke
Embrace mine gift, for this dance will be thine
The sun in hiding; the wildfire at bay
The heat of hearts for just one day of mine.
“For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.”
? W.B. Yeats, Selected Poems and Four Plays
- William Butler Yeats (acpladult.wordpress.com)
Urban Suburban Disturbing
Red Light Passages
photo credit - Kriss Morton-Weekley - a study in urban decay of Alaskan Gold Dredges
Poetry is eternal graffiti written in the heart of everyone.
- Lawrence Ferlinghetti
In honor of World Poetry Day.
tripping through a grey field of grass
drops of blood sprinkle down from the war raging above my head
a large cat smirks at me as his buddy the caterpillar offers me a splif
i reach the node, link up and dive in reaching out to her almost smelling last nights drinks
where are my cards, the deck is missing, i need to call my sister
i must not put it on, i must destroy it, i am so tired i must go to sleep
where are my pretty shoes, aunt em? where did you put them?
i slowly withdraw inside the door, closing it tight
putting it back on the shelf
Everybody else is working to change, persuade, tempt and control them. The best readers come to fiction to be free of all that noise.
- Philip Roth
Another author quote inspiration five minute fiction, what can you do with this quote? What worlds does a good book take you to?
painting my soul
with his kiss
A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear. - Edmond Rostand
(five minute fiction inspired by my favorite qoutes
The cold that I am feeling
Is evermore revealing
That my life
In this Icy expanse of land
Needs to teach the meaning
I am feeling in my bones
I am feeling oh so deep
I am feeling a burning
To be who I am
The surprise I now acquire
No more do I conspire
I have found a home
Here under a blue expanse
Not in a blackened mire
Across the sweep of snow
I am feeling in my heart
I am feeling I can reach
I am feeling I have learned
To be who I am