The Sunday Whirl presents twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.
This weeks words are:
breath, cruel, escape, river, away, sorrow, kitchen, licked, dust, whispering, spin, gown
Alone.
“When you lie in bed and cry, the tears tickle your ears”
– Margaret Kennedy.
The mind is not cruel
But it is not kind either.
It has no agenda.
It’s a landmine, waiting.
Everything is a trigger.
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Dutch irises bloom,
They were planted for her,
Her beloved white dogwood,
Unfolds its kissing flowers.
The wedding gown.
Nothing too fancy.
Laura Ashley, off the rack.
Kept safe. Packed away.
But now, what do I do with it?
In the kitchen,
Favourite soup bowls,
Blue, with a handle.
We used them every day.
I still do.
A bra…
(You have a pair of pants
Why not a pair of bras?
But I digress.) A bra
Hangs on a door handle
In her study. Still.
Memories.
Gathering dust.
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Everything has a connection.
Sadness, regret and sorrow.
Tears that reach your ears
Puddle there.
Salty little ponds.
I lie in bed at night,
Warm but no escape.
I her her clock chime.
My fault, I wind it.
Voices whisper and spin
Salty memories.
These warm salty tears.
Not a river, a trickle
Remember when there was
A breathing beside me—
Like so much in life,
You never know when
Something happens
For the last time.
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