Today’s prompt: write about your favorite condiment, seasoning, or spice.
The Spice of Life
The first time, you’re taken unaware.
It is dancers spinning across the floor,
Skirts whirling, boots thumping.
Cold one second, and then
A firework of sparkle, dancing
In and out of consciousness. Continue reading
I have a gnarly headcold, so this one is a day late. Oops.
The prompt is “Alone in a hotel room, you hear music through a wall”.
I hear the strings
I wish they’d go
To bed, today. Continue reading
The prompt was simply “Seven.” Could be seven lines, seven words, seven stanzas, something that happened when you were seven, seven repeats… just seven.
The Summer of Seven
I was a child of seven
And I was invincible
On the pink and white bicycle.
Short-covered legs blistering
Against the plastic of
The pink banana seat,
Looking down the hill. Continue reading