Red Dreams
Awoke from a dream
where death had taken her,
penning verse in her head.
They’d met on the bank
as the sun kissed the water
he’d given her a cross
fashioned from lead.
Do you still write for her
on the shore
across the lake,
scrawling lines
on the make?
Her heart
remains
yours to take.
Red lips
Sad eyes
Goodbyes
Oceanside stroll,
a poet’s melancholy gray
is why she chose
to pen prose today.
A short tale
keeping demons at bay.
She failed miserably,
I’d say.
Fiction written for Picture it & Write now off you go … and write.
You have a way with words. Your writing is beautiful. Some day I hope I will be able to say I use to read her blog before she became a famous writer.
Aw! So glad you enjoy my drabble. Thanks so much for reading!!
What a bittersweet end to the poem. Very powerful. Loved it! Thanks for contributing this week.
– Ermisenda
Thank you for the continued inspiration!
I love your poetic verse…. ;)
Thank you kindly! Glad you stopped in to read.