For the Secret Keeper’s five word writing prompt.
ROCK | JOINT | INNER | SIGHT | SAIL
There is no cliff
but I feel the wind roar from the sea
and the cry of the gulls.
There is no ship
but I watch the sail
until it is lost to sight.
There is no storm
but from beneath the waves
I hear the grinding teeth of rocks.
I stand at the hinge of today and tomorrow
the past irretrievable
and all my hopes sailing with you
beyond the horizon
tucked inside an inner pocket
where you will possibly never look.
For the Secret Keeper’s five word prompt.
LEAF | HOME | ALTER | LIGHT | FRONT
A red leaf drifts home
in the changing light
from day to night,
and peace and happiness slump
like weary faces,
letting the façade slip.
The night will be cold,
the winter long,
and who knows if the spring
will remember to return.
A tritina for the Secret Keeper’s weekly five word prompt.
DANCE | INNER | BREAK | HUE | LOST
Daybreak colours, hard to place
When beauty springs in every hue
Yet fails to move hearts with its dance.
Leaf fall, bird flight bright colours dance;
Before the inner eye takes place
A pageant dressed in every hue.
I’d take a palette of each hue
And paint the feathers of the dance,
But who would see in this lost place?
Dead is the place where beauty’s hue is a forgotten dance.
Seems like chiaroscuro is the word for today. I might give the prompt another go when I get nightmares out of my head and that word.
This is for the Secret Keeper’s five word prompt.
CHARCOAL | SHADE | PALE | WAKE | LUCID
In charcoal shade I wake,
the chiaroscuro of twilight,
dog-wolf snapping at my heels.
Ceiling beams lower,
or the rollicking innards of a ship,
too dark yet to see the water dripping.
I dreamt of dark men with no faces,
marching down an unlit hall,
narrow as their squared shoulders
and only a boltless door between.
Pale, wintry frost-light
creeps over the cold sill,
and returning lucidity tells me,
the men are merely waiting
for the dusk.
A triolet for the Secret Keeper’s five word prompt.
TREMBLE | HIT | DESIRE | ALTER | DEPTH |
The warm world trembles in this winter cold,
The depths of darkness hold all in its grip
And change green shoots to black twigs stark and bold.
The warm world trembles; in this winter cold
Strike ice arrows, leaves in furred frost enfold.
Desire shrinks, we hang onto the lip
Of trembling world, while in this winter cold
The depths of darkness hold all in its grip.
An etheree for the Secret Keeper’s five word challenge.
BED | FLARE | WAVES | GAIN | SEEK
Winter stream runs cold, leaf-littered and bright
with sun-glitter. Rippled and dimpled,
rain-swollen, it seeks the river,
rolls to the wave-haired mother
in a water-carved bed,
cradled by tree roots.
All life runs home
to the arms
A nonet for the Secret Keeper’s five word challenge.
LIVE | KNEEL | PLAN | EGO | LINK
All is connected in the vast plan
that turns the wheel of the stars locked
on its dark eternal course. Nights
I kneel beneath the weight
of so much grandeur
while our lives creep