Back To The Start… #DVersePoets

So it started with a broken laptop. Or maybe it started with your brother, pointing you towards a target, that wasn’t me by any means, but I was somewhere on the other side of it.

Or maybe it started with an offer made to my Grandfather, which he passed onto my mother and her new husband. Or maybe it started with a newspaper ad, Welshmen need not apply. Or maybe it started in Ireland, with a broken engagement and a ferry ticket.

Or maybe we are so far from the start there is no point loosing myself on the path back to it.

The sun rose again,

and the weather changed its tune

but that’s not the start.

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Flicker Flame #DVersePoets #Quadrille

And I wondered

if the sight of me wavering

excited you.

Like a candle flame dancing,

your palm held

just inside the heat.

Contemplating the risk

of snuffing me out altogether.

Extinguishing that light

with one blow

one fist closing tight.

Did I excite?

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Not the exact word for tonight’s Quadrille prompt, but a form of it is there, and according to the rules that’s alright.

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Image by Jonny Lindner from Pixabay

Some Days – Modern #LovePoem No. 3… I Think

Some days I don’t need a husband

I need scaffolding.

So I can tend to the broken,

the busted windows

the cracking paint,

the guttering that doesn’t drain

when the rain comes in

and all the sediment

circling the drain

but never quite clearing.

Some days I need that from you,

and nothing more.