Treasures so lovely…
At times I am a flower… Singularly defined… At times I am a flower… Serendipitously designed. At times I am a flower… Existing with my stem… At times I am a flower…
Time most feverent… Irreverent in it’s passing…
Torn asunder from her slumber In the hour of half past three… The child knew the tyrannical regime And followed instinctively.(removed for pending publication) Copyright 2008 The Muse This Was My Submission As The Guest Writer At Zany Life & Crazy Faith
I gathered my wits about me… Not daring enough it seemed… To be viewed as a louche lady… Whose character teetered on shady. I wiped my hands on my pinafore… Now sullied and stained… Not crisp and pressed… As it had been before. Oh, if only I had not left home… If I had not walked out the door! But there was no turning back time… This lot, this moment… The decision to go there… It was mine. I had [...]
