Reblog – The Girl with the Key by Dorinda Duclos

This piece can take you in many directions, but for me, it resonates that this is a story of a woman who is in control of her life. What does it say to you?

Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos


Cloaked in red, she stands in prayer
What lurks behind, she is unaware

Within her hands she holds the key
To unlock this forest’s mystery

But she is the only one to know
Will never let these secrets go

Though another lies in wait
For that perfect moment, unlock the fate

Of all who dwell within these woods
To release the forest’s ghostly goods

At last she senses, this maiden fair
Of who he is, she best beware

As he creeps closer, where she stands
And reaches out his unearthly hands

In hopes he can retrieve this key
Believes it belongs to only he

One more step, he is oh so near
And just like that, she disappears

Never able to uncover the mystery
It is locked away, the key, with she.

©2021 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Image by Karen Nadine from Pixabay

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Droughts

I began to pour the whiskey; the drought detrimentally hits my psyche. My melancholy was a symbol of how low things had gotten. 

Yet, the history of farming has shown us we could still get a sign that things would get better; maybe we will eventually have a week of rain where our crops would thrive, and we could slide into the red with our harvest. Our human rights end as we want to experience them, end with the constant onslaught of a tested life, bringing hardship to the people. Thankfully, the government helps us during these crises with subsidies.

Inspired by The Sunday Whirl – Wordle #506

The Projector – Part 2 on Short Story Saturday!

https://aprolificpotpourri.art/2021/06/19/short-story-saturday-the-projector-part-2/

Featured on Short Story Saturday, read by Matt Snyder. The spoken story continues!

I Write Her

Part 1

The Brighton Plaza Cinema 5/2/21 – Seth

Seth was looking forward to watchingHead Hunting, the reviews were top-notch, and he was definitely into seeing some bloody action this afternoon. Rotten Tomatoes highly recommended the movie, plus some of his friends said he should take in a show but not take his girlfriend as she would probably faint with all the slasher content. Seeing how she was spending the day with her girlfriends, it was the perfect time to see it.

He paid for his ticket and got situated in his seat. Seth had a habit of sitting at the end of the row, next to the walkway. That way, he could quickly get up to visit the restroom, if necessary. He despised bothering people. Looking around the theater for the first time, he noted the nostalgic feel of it; possibly the peeling…

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Light Darkness

those alive continuously waver back and forth
experiencing one or the other
and inhabiting this space
in each and every shade in between

maybe it will be the tragic stain of black
covering them entirely in darkness
or perhaps the gentle brilliance of the sun
lifting them into the light

as their canvas layers thicken with experience
dabbed hopefully also with acceptance and grace
they come away with their unique shading
blending the opposing colors of the spectrum

Reblog – They Sway In The Wind

I fell in love with this simple yet complicated image. It’s as if the struggle of existence was captured precisely but also the ease of it at times. Maybe I’m reading more into it than I should but it definitely drew me in. I hope you enjoy it.

Reblog – Run through with want by Candice Louisa Daquin

As always Candice puts her soul on the page. Her writing, intense and almost feral, always leaves me breathless, and yet sighing for the want she stirs. Oof…

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The Feathered Sleep

My days of corpulent debauchery

may never have begun

but when I close my eyes

I lie inside of you like an opal

reflecting your urge for living

like a night light needful of no power source

you radiate energy as

a feral creature might fight

for its life caught in snare

the abundance of your desire

fills my emptiness with electric skies

your skin holds the damp of sex like a flower

urging me to break free of fear

consume your longing with my own

the meeting of our bodies breaking against

each other with the force of pent hunger

just one smile and I am on my knees

thirsting for your power over me

there is nothing I wouldn’t offer

even the pulsing vein in my neck

to subsist in your magnetism

where suddenly, life itself seems alive

and I can hear every cricket

every night creature stirring

the movement of you

toward me

and how I am terrified

and run through with

simultaneous

want

One Is Never Enough

Pinterest

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #186 & Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Celebration

hello
    fellow 
       bibliophile

what is your recommendation
what is the latest you've read
perhaps i would like it too

books are always a cause for celebration
more stimuli for our fantasies
more reflection in our souls

and i get to add another ten 
     to the twenty 
         already on my side table

A Portal Beckoning

if only getting to the other side
was as easy as stepping over the jagged rocks
into a picture frame of natural perfection

happiness and grace seem utterly within reach
fostering desires of leaving behind what’s pulling us back
with concerted efforts we move ourselves forward to a better place

while our surroundings may be deceiving us
intention towards fulfillment is not
being travellers towards our destiny brings the fortune we are deserving of