Microfiction #Writespiration: Treasure

This is for Sacha Black’s writespiration challenge—52 words on the subject of: The secret you just discovered.

 

The letter slipped out of the book like a dry leaf veined with spidery writing of a bygone age. It was like unfolding a map to hidden treasure,

Forgive me, Gran,

treasure I was not intended to find.

Grandad. Written from his new life—the address obliterated by slashes of angry ink.

 

 

Moon music and secrets

Today’s magnet poems came one from each of the Poet, Nature and Original word sets.

 

Cry in the wind,

black tears for lost love.

Moon in shadow sleeps,

her music stilled—

not a thousand years enough

to smooth away the ache.

 

 

Earth is berry-bright

in a harmony of greens—

the dark cycle’s over.

Listen to the fullness grow,

at dusk fall,

when light rain murmurs

its sweet, gentle song.

 

 

Ask me never

my secrets.

We two share

one heart—

your joy is mine.