
I spent the day with you
Not in person but in mind
And in every single thought
It was you my heart did find
© 2018 Michelle Cook

I spent the day with you
Not in person but in mind
And in every single thought
It was you my heart did find
© 2018 Michelle Cook

Window of warning
Opened above
Rays of sunshine
Warmth of love
Voice of reasoning
Calling her name
Beseeching her to leave
A life of shame
Reminder of things
Futures to come
Imploring her to remember
What cannot be undone
Choices, decisions
Whirred through her head
Her choosing too late
For she was already dead
© 2018 Michelle Cook
For a full month of writing prompts, click here! Window of warning

The night of Nin
Was where she’d been
Lost in a land
No one could understand
It was filled with loss
Of complete despair
Darkness enveloped
The stifling air
It was a place of enchantments
The evil kind
Full of wicked spells
Which sought to bind
But being a fighter
She broke free
Finally finding the path
That only she could see
And she took a chance
Leaving what she knew
The night of Nin
Had forced her to
Deliverance is what she found
In that new place
No longer bound
To a life of disgrace
© 2018 Michelle Cook
For a full month of writing prompts, click here! The night of Nin

Cooking takes time
Ever stirring the pot
Spicing and tasting
So you know what you’ve got
Throwing in a dash of this
And a little bit of that
Until you’ve got a tasty mixture
Bubbling in the vat
Artichokes and anchovies
Add a great amount of flavor
They’re surely the ingredients
You’ll find that you want to savor
If you’re an ogre that is
Because who else would eat those things?
I can only imagine the upset
The very combination would bring
© 2018 Michelle Cook
For a full month of writing prompts, click here! Artichokes and anchovies

Leather straps
A memory of searing pain
The kind that leaves
An abusive stain
Lies to cover up
The cruelty and the hurt
Behind locked doors
Where punishment would flirt
Damaged beyond
What she even knew
This is what she thought
Every father would do
Then one day
She realized the truth
Those embedded scars remain
As deplorable proof
© 2018 Michelle Cook
For a full month of writing prompts, click here! Leathery lies