There's something deliciously intoxicating about the Renaissance and the writers there who tell in such beautiful stories and songs of love... Shakespeare is probably one of if not the best known of the poets of love and tragedy. I feel as though he was the original master of the rom-com and one of those masterpieces … Continue reading “Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more” ⁂ classics
Poetry
Handle ⁂ rdp
She was many things... Her smile was intoxicating and her laughter addictive. She was undoubtedly a lady but she had the naughtiest sense of humor and would say the most outrageous and amusing things that left him shocked and shaking his head. Even when she wasn't sitting right in front of him he could see … Continue reading Handle ⁂ rdp
Moving ⁂ rdp
Subtle flutters ofSteele blue and dusky grey wingsNestled in the wild lilacBeat gently after the danceAs the sun sinks low Tanka Brought to you by this Ragtag Daily Prompt.
Variety ⁂ rdp
If variety is the spice of life and there was none in his, than his was nothing more than a bitter and flat, tedious existence with only brief moments of sunlight and happiness... Brought to you by this Ragtag Daily Prompt.
Pelt ⁂ rdp
She pelted him with a big, wet ball of soppy snow, hitting him firmly in the shoulder, laughing. The cold stung and burned but he'd never say so because the burning in his chest and cheeks far outmatched the cold spot on his arm. He loved her... Brought to you by this Ragtag Daily Prompt.
Fury ⁂ rdp
Butterflies swirled and danced in the fury of the early autumn winds, intermingled with the falling reds and golds in sunlight. Tanka poetry Brought to you by this Ragtag Daily Prompt.
Froth ⁂ rdp
A bubbly shhhhhhhhh filled the mostly cavernous emptiness within the coffee shop. Until the last 6 months, the shop would have been filled with customers eager to spend $10 to $15 on a coffee and a pastry, sitting in the cool air conditioned space and listening to the latest company endorsed album while sitting on … Continue reading Froth ⁂ rdp
Hole ⁂ rdp
The hole in his heart felt endlessly deep and hollow. There was nothing good about his situation and he felt like he was completely trapped. When women are battered, there's always judgment about why they stay and how they got there but there's also still the compassion for them... The weaker sex. Regardless of how … Continue reading Hole ⁂ rdp
Bud ⁂ rdp
Little pink bud swellsIn the warmth of the sunlightAnd dew drops gather Brought to you by this Ragtag Daily Prompt.
Exit ⁂ rdp
Painted bird in a gilded cageKept as a pretty prizeOn display for all to seeNone to touchAlone Longing for an escapeAn exit plan Brought to you by this Ragtag Daily Prompt.
