Once upon poetry-

Once upon poetry-

There was a time when poetry was a solace, an escape, a listening ear at a time of heartache. It was the balm to wounds burrowed by others; an antidote to words hurled.
It’s ready arms available with the sun out, with the night in, on stormy and sandy days alike- it was always there.

There was a time when poetry was a witness to flood of waterworks; a testament to minor victories and the chart of a rollercoaster journey. It marked the lows, the highs and the stagnant plateau. It was a friend when friends were few.

And you wonder, why I still write poetry? Wouldn’t leaving it be a great injustice… not even that I could.

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Of Sadness-

Of Sadness-

 

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She spoke to the wind,
When then sun went to sleep;
Of the places on earth,
She was yearning to see;
In the hopes it would whisper-
“Come along wee lassie”
And scoop her away,
To the land of her dreams.

She found her home weary,
And dreaded each dawn;
She sought for escape,
In the arms of a new home;
For sadness she thought,
Was a thing she could leave;
Till she moved miles from home,
But still felt it within.

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All that matters-

All that matters-

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Born on September
The fifth,
In the midst of a turmoil,
Family crisis;
And there you were-
Yellow eyes
Pale skin
Labelled “jaundice”;
I cradled your frail body
In my arms,
In my weary arms
Weary from the day’s trials;
You burped- I smiled
And that was it,
I had found my sunbeam.

And today-
To think you’d have been,
A past tense;
Engulfed
In flames dancing wildly;
Narrow escape,
They say;
Almost-
Almost didn’t make it;
But you did,
And that’s all that matters;
You’re still here-
That is all that matters.

Flash Fiction: The Escape?

Flash Fiction: The Escape?

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Peering out her room window, Ella’s heart raced faster as she noticed a silver camaro parked at the left end of her building. In a few minutes, the calm that enveloped Main Street books apartment would be disrupted and all because of her. She felt a lump rise in her throat at that thought.

Ella grabbed a bubble gum, unwrapped and chewed on it in order to dissuade her attention from the drama she was about to unleash. But what did they expect? That she’d go quietly with a marriage that she was uncomfortable with?

Since the passage of her parents, Ella feared Nana thought she was a burden but never did she think Nana would dash her off without her consent. There was only two weeks left and…

The sound of a horn catapulted Ella from her thoughts. The time for her freedom had arrived. The question on her mind wasn’t should she? But rather, could she? Could she runaway, escape?


This is my Submission to Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers. Word count: 162 words. To participate, just click on the link and it’ll take you there. 🙂