Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wissof-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….
Copyright – Madison Woods
D readed the moment you finally see the truth
E very step took me along untrodden path
A bsolved by your untainted youth
D eserved is your scorching wrath
I rreversible and crushing is my betrayal
N everending your circle of misfortune
S ick and twisted is this portrayal
I nsides ripped and carelessly strewn
D ead as a doornail I have become
E verything in a heartbeat turned upside down
O verstayed once worm now feeble welcome
U ndisturbed by blood turned from red to brown
T hat’s when I realized I’m this story’s clown
This is my new try at acrostic form, a contribution to Daily Prompt challenge – Opening Lines.
N ever before would I admit
O ne could be such a fool
R eeling with too much emotion
T itanium heart once so cruel
H umbled by your love
B ending and breaking so much
O nce I was a raging storm
U nfazed by a world in my clutch
N ow just a simmering coal
D ying without your touch
T ime to right the wrong
R ailroad will lead me to you
A lways knew you were strong
I finally know what is true
N orth is where I belong
It always happens the same way. I stumble upon a piece of music and I become so captivated, almost a prisoner…I remember years ago when I first saw “North & South”, adaptation of Elizabeth Gaskell’s love story of Margaret Hale, a middle class southerner who is forced to move to the northern town of Milton. I fell in love then and there with the series and especially with the enchanting music of Martin Phipps.
When I read The Daily Prompt “What’s the first line of the last song you listened to (on the radio, on your music player, or anywhere else)? Use it as the first sentence of your post”, I thought to myself: “What to do if there is no words?” In the end I decided to play around and use the title of the piece for my acrostic poem.
Well now, I’ll leave you to my words and I am going back to listening and dreaming.
René Magritte – The Son of Man, 1964.
W andering these crowded streets
A fraid to stop and look around
N ever finding the right path
I mpossible to ignore the sound
S alvation seems out of reach
H ope crumbles like a leaf
I nvisible clock ticks defeat
N o one notices the thief
G one in a heartbeat
This is my first try at acrostic form, a contribution to DP challenge – Time for Poetry.