Trophies - Magpie Tales 42

Inspired by this weeks Magpie Tales and the photo below.

They meant so much to you
the trophies.

The exhibits
of bravado
and merit.

You
believed
them
to show
your worth.

You used them
as a mirror
to see
yourself
reflected.

You kept them
in an ornate
glass cabinet
where they
could be
seen
but
never
touched.

Rather
like
your
feelings.

Linked to the poetry pantry at Poets United

Silence - written for Sunday 160

Another sunday
sprinkled
with the
stardust
of silence
a vast
empty hall
echoing
just waiting
for me to break
this quietness
with the sound
of my voice

Written for - Monkey Mans - Sunday 160
where you must use only 160 characters (including spaces) and post on Sunday.

Words and image - Susannah Bec

Stop - Inspired by Sunday Scribblings

Inspired by Sunday Scribblings prompt 242 - What a difference a day makes

S T O P
So, what a difference a day makes in this ice cream world of mine, where yesterday slithers down my arm like melted vanilla. The lights are on red and I wait. Sit tight. Don't let the revving of the engine unsettle me. Today will be different. I say that every day. Today is different though, I can feel it. Eyes watching for amber. Green explodes and foot down, I roar. Through empty streets peopled with puppets. Over bridges that span black water. Between towering trees the road snake slithers. Finally round the bend. Obstacles long gone. Outside your peeling gate. I stop.

Gone inspired by Three Word Wednesday

Inspired by Three Word Wednesday this week's prompt words are clutch, delight, happy

. . . . . . . .
Open hands don't clutch
G O N E
The deep delight of you
The loving bones of you
The happy home of you
G O N E
Far as a long dark mile
. . . . . . . .

A Trick of The Light - Saturday Centus wk 28

Week 28 of Saturday Centus the prompt is to use up to 100 words (not including the prompt) using the line "The early November sunshine cast golden rays..."

A Trick Of The Light

The early November sunshine cast golden rays

liquid yellow, pooling on the ruffled white sheets

white mountain tops of my memories, illuminated

I am caught in the moment, tangled in the threads

of another autumn, and ghosts of then burst forth

like maple leaves, red, orange, yellow and beautiful

I watch as the light shifts, and the spell, it is broken

the long gone days, retreating, as if blown by the wind

leaves are falling again, the unsought magic is dissolving

and I am here, and it is now, and the snow covered peaks

are once again, just sheets on the bed that I'm about to make

Linked to the poetry pantry at Poets United

All That Glitters - Magpie tales 40

Inspired by this weeks Magpie Tales and the photo below.

. . . those fierce gold words were collected like thoughts in silent bottomed boats that rode the endless seas searching for land that did not swallow you up with quicksand thoughts and leave you longing for all that sparkled but did not burn . . .

Disillusioned - Three Word Wednesday

Inspired by Three Word Wednesday this week's prompt words are gesture, immediate, treasure

D I S I L L U S I O N E D

The gesture was blatant

The effect immediate

The treasure of you

was

lost