Anger casually rises
Brimming to the top
Soon boiling over
Flaming arrows just won’t stop
Hitting their mark
Distressing pleas fill the room
This is their life
Another typical afternoon
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Thanks to Michael for a whole month of writing prompts, click here to view them all; Firestorm
Searching the depths
Of the starry night sky
Arms reaching out
With tears in her eyes
And yet once again
There was no reply
So she made her last wish
And said a final goodbye
© 2018 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; As she walked to the end of the wooden boards, the stars spoke to her.
He loved her dearly
And she loved him
But at last the two
Could never begin
For each was already
Betrothed to another
The fate of their lives
Decided by their mother
So off they both went
And married their intended
With gorgeous rings exchanged
The weddings were splendid
And yet sadness filled
Their unquenched desires
All hopes and dreams
Had permanently expired
And at the end of their lives
When their mothers were dead
The two yearning couples divorced
Marrying their darlings instead
And finally happiness
Bloomed at the very end
No longer did either of them
Have to pretend
A lifetime of love and laughter
Could have saved them all
If long-lasting traditions
Hadn’t been their downfall
© 2018 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; A lifetime of laughter could have saved them all.
He was a touch of perfect
And yet perfect was never meant to last
And the problem seemed to stem
From when the present became the past
Over the years he changed
His familiar face I could no longer see
And it was a heart-crushing moment
When he was no longer who I knew him to be
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: A touch of perfect
He came to her
With eyes sparkling bright
It was half past two
In the middle of the night
He was grinning wide
From ear to ear
And had a message for her
That was crystal clear
She winked at him
Then went back to sleep
He was left dazed and confused
Yet made not a peep
His mischievous smile faded
As he gave up the go
Accepting the sad truth
That there would be no show
© 2018 Michelle Cook
This is Peter’s side of the story, you can find Petunia’s here.
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