Home is where the heart is

Silvery ribbons of moonlight weave through the lake. It is peaceful here, with the reeds bobbing gently in the breeze. I wonder whether it was as beautiful that night, I hope it was. Somewhere out there she is sleeping, well, most of her.

The divers found her leg the other night, drifted up against this old boat. The shock of reality hit me like a wave; I knew for sure then that she wasn’t coming back. Until then I had been hopeful, optimistic, I always am, otherwise what’s the point? But now, now I’m just waiting. Waiting for the rest of her to come home. Home is where the heart is, they say, hers isn’t.

Just a short one, maybe I'll come back to it. Any criticism would be great! 

Image from: http://creativewriting.ie/writing-exercises/

Love hurts - doesn't it?

Sparks bursting, my heart pounding – leaping and flickering like the flames. I am on fire and it feels great. Burning up from the inside out and the outside in, shining like a human beacon. Running faster than my heart is beating, just because you are mine.

Late at night and the flames are growing but I’ll ignore them and just keep going. I hope I can keep on glowing, you’re forever on my mind. It started out like a fluttering candle, now I can’t live without you – it’s getting bigger than I can handle but you’re all I want tonight.

Every crackle sounds like your whisper, I want to turn around to kiss you and you know I always miss you - I wish you were by my side. One day can feel eternal but still not long enough, because I know when it’s time to leave you, my love will flare back up.

I hope this blaze is everlasting, tingling in my fingertips, burning right down to my toes. You fill me up so full, so happy, I think I’m ready to explode. So please promise you won’t leave me; that the fire will never die down, I’ve never seen such beauty illuminating the cobwebs of my life before now.

If one day smouldering embers turn to ash beneath my feet, I won’t regret single moment that my swollen heart skipped a beat. So dusty and broken, like a phoenix I’ll emerge, made stronger by every lesson that you taught me to observe.

Prompt from: http://creativewriting.ie/writing-exercises/

Kaleidoscope Lands

 

I feel invisible,

standing silently with my head tucked

under one of the great waves of lace cascading from the walls. 

The light from the wall lamps tingling through the material, the room cut
into tiny diamonds. I lean forward a little, the lace fluttering
under my breath like a moth in the breeze,
tickling my nose and cheeks.

Thousands

of rooms peep through the holes, 

all perfect diamond-shaped miniatures of the one I am in.

 I like to imagine they are all different rooms, in different houses, in different Worlds all apparently identical but with tiny subtle differences. If I concentrate hard enough

on just one of them,when I lift the lace I will be

 in one of those Kaleidoscope

Lands.

Just a short one today - love the picture though so I may have to come back to it and extend it!
Image from: http://creativewritingink.co.uk/writing-exercises/