Dark they fell
wings of death’s foreboding
what do they tell?
“All is lost
lost are they
who venture close
or come this way”
and so a tear
falls with the last
none are left
none at all
Over at Saturday Centus Jenny Matlock’s prompt “I’ve Officially Reached Critical Mass” appropriate considering the asteroid that exploded this week
“you can have all of them or me”
she waved her hand at an impressive lineup of beautiful women
“what was it about her that captivated me and would not let me go?
Hmmm could it have been the long raven hair to go with those long, silky legs
or perhaps those eyes that held me in a mystical trance?
Her voice smooth yet strong
fingers that laced in my hair not letting me go?
perfect in every way
dripping sweet, sensuous blood
Thanks to Jenny Matlock for a superb prompt for her Saturday Centus. This lady “takes the cake…” Try this prompt out !
It had been the longest playing off broadway show she had starred in. The show had a bit of everything romance, intrigue, deception and murder
“This will be our last performance” the stage manager said to the cast wiping his face with his sleeve.
It’s been a good run one of the leads said nervously peering over his shoulder. It’s always better to close the show before they stop coming.
“We know where all the bodies are buried” was written in lipstick on her dressing room mirror.
Somehow she always knew…
Tonight’s last performance would include the death of two leads not the traditional one.
Thanks to Jenny Matlock who hosts Saturday Centus. This weeks prompt: “We know where all the bodies are buried “
Life is too long when you have lost your one true love…
A single tear dropped on the ivory lettered page in tribute to her beloved Pete.
He had wanted to live life fully, romantically, and on the edge.
“Oh Pete you didn’t need to get that close to the edge – you might still be with me now had you stayed on the path.
So if I die young it will not be because I was married to a gorgeous man with laser like blue eyes that pour desire and love into my being.
My last touch will not be touching the bronze skin of a beautiful, muscled athlete.
Lips will not kiss sweetness that exude words of love and praise
If I die young, it will be because I carelessly swerve in front of a semi having no desire to live this life alone without the man who placed a
band of gold on my finger less than three years ago~~~~~
Thanks to Jenny at SaturdayCentus for the prompt “If I die young”
Hold me close
too late we’ve met
kiss me now
and never let
our lips …
Thanks to Jenny Matlock for the Saturday Centus
this week’s prompt “Before I die I want to” must be written in 15 words (now there’s a challenge)
Please check out Tony Hisgett for his awesome work as a photographer: http://www.flickr.com/photos/hisgett/3049322175/