The guardian of secrets,
A keeper of the key.
I itch with anticipation,
When the King asks for me.
I know all there is to know,
About the steel chains and lock.
The titanium gate.
I oversee around the clock.
I still hope that one day,
I will see what’s inside!
One night, I hear footsteps,
So I have to decide.
I will take this chance!
So I linger, with intent.
If they find a way in,
I’ll catch a glimpse or a scent.
I pretend to be asleep,
As they cut the chain,
I stand up in awe,
His efforts were in vain.
Beyond the gate was… Nothing.
This must be a ploy.
Not a speck of gold,
Was I assigned the decoy?
Upon confronting the King,
Who had no emotion,
He said I’d failed the test,
There’s no hope of promotion.
In response to Mindlovemisery’s Sunday Writing Prompt found here
A change is nigh, fortune unknown.
Anxious to know what happens next,
Thinking only leaves you perplexed.
The future, which was once my own,
Now relying on a wishbone;
An unfair probability.
We fight with coarse hostility;
Fate bestows a vicious temper,
No mercy for a pained whimper.
A chore to find stability.
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In response to Ronovan Writes’ Décima Challenge found here
When I consider my dream career,
I sink into a huge black hole.
My ideas are as abundant as saffron.
I find no certainty in my soul.
I lack the bravery of a lion heart,
I can’t do public speaking.
I’ll never have a saxophone solo,
As I’m not attention seeking.
All I know is I want to feel valued,
Like the elephant’s ivory.
I will set myself a goal:
By spring, I’ll know who I want to be.
In response to the Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #22 found here
I wrote a Clerihew for my love.
For I’m convinced he fell from above.
He landed at my doorstep, on all fours.
I blushed and whispered: “call me yours”.
Like stars in the night,
We shine, so bright, that we just
Burn out, wilt, and fade.
In response to Weekend Writing Prompt #157 found here
I’m not in love with you.
Paths may cross,
They may run parallel,
But eventually they part.
I’m not in love with you.
Although we collided,
We will be divided.
Its just that we are both heading South.
If we join forces, maybe we can find North.
Okay, so I’m in love with you.
Every morning, Eleanor would ride the bus to the beach. Something about the narrow aisle, uncomfortable chairs, and window seat would act as a social catalyst.
She would always use the journey as an opportunity to make connections with the other passengers. She would delve into their past, ask them questions about who they are, and where their ambitions would take them. She would always remember to ask for their birthday.
When she arrived at the beach, she would scribble everything down, under the headings of star signs. She would try to find matches, and make links… Where there weren’t any.
It took years to gather enough information to realise that everyone is unique, and all those years of chasing after her own horoscope had only led to loneliness.
Eleanor did not dwell on this for too long. Instead, she developed a whole new system to match people, and by the end of the week, she had set up her own dating site. She could make some strong conclusions about lifestyle choices, complimenting personality traits, and love.
Her most successful match was her own. Eleanor managed to find her own love story within the pages of her website. As soon as he appeared on the list, she knew their paths would cross and connect.
When things are not going to plan, be flexible. Adapt.
Her hands tremble as she traces the spiralling ridges of my fingertips with her delicate fingers. I try to catch her eye but she is avoidant. I pull my hand away and she stares into the space where my palm had been.
“What is it?” I ask, hesitantly.
She gathers herself together, wiping her hands on her robes. She clears her throat, but continues to avoid my gaze.
It then became imminently clear that my palms did not narrate tales of good fortune. No, that look was unequivocal. Only tragedy; a succession of disappointing events lay ahead, steeped in loss, fear, and grief.
It was too late to consider whether there is any truth hidden behind the creases on your hands. Continuing to walk the same paths with the same attitude became a risk. It was from this day that I carried gratitude with me wherever I went.
Gratitude reminds me that beneath the pressure of life lives a dormant element of peace. She had failed to find resilience at my fingertips.
An old post, rejigged for MindLoveMisery’s Fortune Teller Prompt found here
I was normally one to walk alone. It was more than not following the crowd, it was walking a path towards a different vision entirely. Sometimes, no vision at all.
I thought I could go on like that for an eternity, until I met adversity.
At first, I was coping. Surviving. I had strife and will, and I fought with every ounce of courage but, slowly, my energy became scarce.
I bumped into you on my journey, even though I had wandered off the towpath years before. You were different… And wonderful. You were forging your own path, and when we looked ahead, they seemed to be going in the same direction.
So you took me by the hand, and we continued to walk. We stumbled over every obstacle, but we had fun along the way. Problems became challenges. Struggle became perseverance. We became lovers.
Adversity was a blessing; it brought me closer to you.