First time for him
seeing her as others do
a minute here, a fleeting glimpse
the nature of such gatherings,
no one man’s girl, yet men imagine
what could be, couldn’t actually,
photograph, he as is, she as always,
beside her, shutter stop, frame
delete, her life, not his to live.
Of us, not us… love’s photograph
No photograph, as if… no matter
Faced the day again without him
woke up alone touched by another
grunts and groans no love emotion
moves prescriptive met his need only
when done she rolled from under
showered washed his taint from skin
dressed left a note in silence
when in the wrong place leave
Time tells… wherever are, whoever with
No us, useless looking back, flowers black, old ground, frost hardened – clocks changed, two faced, one body, thin ice, caught out, heavy heart, not hers, his…
Fate’s twist… once seen, ever missed.
Six word line/story response to Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) #7 – ‘Fate’ for week 12 – 18 October 2019.
Russians digging up ‘his garden’. The Bursar’s doing. No wonder The Dean a little cranky, that is a little more than usual! Footsteps of the Templar, the fourth of the PorterGirl novels, brings once more together; strange Fellows, Porters of all levels, the Heads of much put upon Kitchen and Laundry, the Police, one mounted, one an accomplice to a Wedding, and, the French a new dimension – and did I mention cats, I think I’d better. Yes, Old College as we know it, or think we do, well does anyone, and what do the French have to do with such an English institution? The plot, well stitched, no loose ends, no holes other than, that is, The Bursar’s. Third person narration, we see inside the minds of all, beyond Deputy Head Porter’s perception good as that has always been; we now know what Head Porter is thinking, a certain Headmistress, I didn’t know he had it in him! Lucy Brazier writes with a light, engaging touch; mischievous, at times eccentric, with humour and sensitivity, all beautifully balanced. A class act this author, she’ll have you smiling, beginning to the end, and wanting to read again.
She didn’t like the tone of his silence
a day she’d prefer he didn’t breathe
he’ll not try that hard to please her
takes another glass of her iced tears
Just asking… why’s your shadow blue?
His loss… that someone still unknown
Six word line/story response to Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) #6 – ‘Loss’ for week 5th -11th October 2019.
Net curtains, unseen, looking out,
indiscretions, neighbour, opposite,
hot and sweet at 23, in and out,
no man has a key, hardly time for tea,
old, bald, same time every week,
young ginger, first time, flushed,
he seemed pleased, knocked up,
took a risk, moving on next week.