Creative Prompt: Three kinds of holes

Physical. Mental. Metaphysical.
The things in the road made from friction and sub-par materials.
The mines in our heads where lie some gold and plenty ghosts.
The assholes that riddle the fabric of reality, a shame you can’t launder character.

Prompt by Little Fears

On the wind

Hi people, if there are still any of you here (and thanks for sticking around!). I’m scrambled and uncertain and I don’t get to post as much as I used to, as much as I’d want to. A lot of what I do is writing but I’m not up to the actual posting, it’s become so exhausting but here’s something I just put together for Ermilia Blog’s Picture it and Write!

Not mine! Got it from the main post, see link above.

Gleaming eyes offer

the heat of a crackling fire

Ivory complexion, a reflection

of burnished moonlight

 

Lips like exotic blossom

Words like scented pulses

Laughter a riotous bloom

Petals of you ride this wayward wind

 

You are this aching welcome, a magnet

to you I come, but you fade, again

Elusive, intrusive, always there

Out of reach, every bloody time

© Devina S.

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The Sea: An exercise in simplicity.

While studying, Charles Trenet’s La Mer  came on the radio. I had to drop my pen, sit back and close my eyes. I knew the English translation and I also know it meant more than what it says. A bittersweet melody. Behind my eyelids, in my mind’s eye memories fall like feathers. Monochrome movies, a tavern by the seaside and wind blowing in from the windows, and the scent of soap. I remember rainy days and reading about Harry, Ron and Hermione when I’d read all over the house to be at peace with my thoughts. A simple song can be a key to memories so precious that I’d tuck them away for safe keeping, tucked away so well that I’d nearly forgot.

This was an exercise I participated in one of my tutor group’s discussions. the topic was simplicity, saying more with less. The best thing is pulling work from memory, like I did here. We had to comment, or “self reflect” on our pieces, which was refreshing because though I’d usually make comments at the back of my mind while writing and editing (ohmygods I now realize I’ve been doing a crap job at that) I never actually pay attention. Hope you liked it.

On a side note, La Mer literally translate from French to The Sea but some of you might be familiar with the English version, Somewhere beyond the sea (listen to the Bobby Darrin, Robbie Williams and Kevin Spacey versions!), while still charming loses some meaning from the original, according from comments on YT.

Cheers,

Devina 😉