In Shadows

I came across his image, alive upon the screen; my breath caught suddenly within my throat, my heart grew heavy, mind suddenly weary, and still I could not look away. For in that brief and fleeting moment, taken completely unawares, I gazed into the shadows of my very soul, remembering what was lost there. image

Nemesis

He was an intrusion, of absolute proportion; penetrating her world after ingesting her soul in words; adjusting his intention to mirror her verse; and yield to him she did, as a scent on the breeze. He fooled and beguiled, wrapping her so tightly in his web of illusion, so as to not draw breath, in

Wherever she leads

Words pour forth Clock ticks on Night falls deeper Must follow the Muse © jillterry

Valentine’s Day

But were I Loved ~Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) But were I loved, as I desire to be, What is there in the great sphere of the earth, And range of evil between death and birth, That I should fear, if I were loved by thee? All the inner, all the outer world of pain Clear

Awakenings

We were at the Renaissance festival in Washington Gardens; a beautiful southern park which sits along the banks of the Intracoastal Waterway. A place where you could lay your blanket and picnic under the canopy of ancient oaks, as pods of dolphins breech the surface and play in the blue green waters just a few

CROSS OF CHANGE

She reached with trembling hands In the one direction She knew she shouldn’t Precariously she traveled To the edge of deaths ledge Desperate to feel anything Craving his rejection She raised her arms As if to take flight The ground shook violently Breaking night’s silence She heard the hoof beats Coming hard and fast Over

Idle hours

Night falls And the door of Loneliness Opens once more Wandering thoughts Leading deeper Endless hours Pass by idle Tears born of Frustration Wanting so much To believe While truths falsities Ebb and flow Raging as the sea To shed tears of happiness Heart swollen with joy From the gift of truth Another should bestow

Stop, Pause, Rewind

It had been a week since they buried their eldest son; something that no parent should ever have to do. She sat alone in the den, her husband having long since gone to bed. There wasn’t much communication; it seemed there was nothing left to say; only grief, sadness and deafening silence hung between them.