Thomas
the Rhymer
Looking
back from the ridge at the inexplicably rusting, ruined remains of yesterday’s
life, I think of her.
***
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.
***
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'
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!!
ReplyDeleteThanks Angela
DeleteGreat prompt!
Poetry, real poetry
ReplyDeleteThanks, praise indeed from a poet!
DeleteA sad tale, expertly woven in just 100 words.
ReplyDeleteI felt a sense of desolation in the photo & it bled into the tale. Thanks.
DeleteGreat imagery twisting together full of tantalising mystery...
ReplyDeleteThat's the beauty and the challenge of flash - how much can be suggested and not stated.
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