Sunday, 7 October 2012

Thomas the Rhymer









Thomas the Rhymer

Looking back from the ridge at the inexplicably rusting, ruined remains of yesterday’s life, I think of her.
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She had interrupted last evening’s chores; fey, flashing eyes, tantalising with fiery dares and forbidden promise.
 “Dance with me.” She whirled away; I chased her across fields by treacherous moonlight.
I caught her. She laughed as we fell together, a tumbling, breathless embrace.
“Stay with me. What’s one night from your whole life?” gripping my hand like a drowning sailor.
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Gossamer images of her fly away, blown on the morning breeze.
I face the dusty road ahead and start walking.

100 Words
@nickjohns999

This was written for Angela Goff's Visual Dare 25 'Forgotten'

8 comments:

  1. AH. Wow. There's always a price to pay with those tricksy faeries, isn't there? A very steep price. Love the Rip Van Winkle tang to this one - great angle on the prompt! Well done!!

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    1. Thanks, praise indeed from a poet!

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  3. A sad tale, expertly woven in just 100 words.

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    1. I felt a sense of desolation in the photo & it bled into the tale. Thanks.

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  4. Great imagery twisting together full of tantalising mystery...

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    1. That's the beauty and the challenge of flash - how much can be suggested and not stated.

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