Category: romance

Sparkling frost warmed by the sun

My love is not of the springtime

Blossoms, nesting birds and new born lambs

Rising sap and sprouting leaf
Nor  is it the love  of summertime
Bursting buds, showy flowers, perfumed air

Hot wind, heating the skin
It is not the love of  autumn 

Falling leaves, rain and cold wind

Hot and cold alternately 
My love is of the winter

Sharp sparkling frost warmed by the rays of the gentle sun

Cold outside but inner warmth sitting by the cracking flames
Heady lust  has settled

Looking for new pastures has waned

Now the warmth of friendship, the bond of trust

Shared dreams, laced with humour.

Life has moved on updated

Here is the first version of this Pantoun I have since reworked        it please see the second version any thoughts if either works?

        I flutter and fly like a trapped butterfly

Commitment I promised it wasn’t a lie

While life has moved your love I  still crave

It applies throughout life into the grave

Commitment, I promised it wasn’t a lie

I tried to stay true but you said goodbye

It applies throughout life into the grave 

Once word is given it shouldn’t enslave

I stayed true but you said goodbye

Needs, change the picture I understand why

Once word is given, it should not enslave

We should try to honour it  be strong and brave

Needs change the picture I understand why

You need to move on although I shall cry

Though we should try to honour it, be strong and brave

Throw out  commitment, morality waive

You need to move on although I shall cry

I will find a way, to fly in the sky

Throw out commitment morality waive

I keep my values my sanity to save

I will find a way to fly in the sky

While life has moved your love I still crave

I keep my values my sanity to save

I flutter and fly like a trapped butterfly.
Written in the form Pantoum .

Version 2.
I flutter and fly like a trapped butterfly

The commitment you  promised was a big lie

Now you have gone your love I  still crave

It will probably stay till I go to my grave
The commitment, you promised was a big lie

I wanted to stay true but you said goodbye

It will probably stay till I go to my grave 

Although a love once given, shouldn’t be betrayed
I wanted to stay true but you said goodbye

You changed the picture I don’t understand why

Although a love once given, shouldn’t be betrayed

We should try to honour it  be strong and brave
You changed the picture I don’t understand why

You left with such bitterness it’s hard to justify 

Though we should try to honour it, be strong and brave

There comes a time with sadness our feelings to waive
You left with such bitterness it’s hard to justify

I need to rebuild my life and just quantify

There comes a time with sadness our feelings to waive

The old life with you has nothing to save
I need to rebuild my life and just quantify

Now you have gone your love I still crave

But the old life with you has nothing to save

I flutter and fly like a freed butterfly

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Flash Fiction. Paris

Flash fiction

“The first day of the rest of our lives, we have escaped our demons. Oh darling I didn’t think this day would ever come.” May hugs her lover Hugh as they alight from their taxi outside the hotel in Paris. 

“I know darling, we are going to have an amazing time. Let’s get into the hotel and get started on our honeymoon without the wedding!” 

“ What an idyllic spot Hugh,  a step from the river Seine, the Notre Dame in view ,such a romantic setting.”

The porter steps , and picks up the cases, leading the way through the marble and gilt foyer to the reception desk. He places the cases on the floor, nods at the couple and walks back to the front door. 

Hugh and May walk to the desk and the receptionist  said, “ Good afternoon and welcome to the hotel, could I take your name? “

“Hugh Winters.”

“Yes sir, a three night stay,  if you could fill in your details on this form and sign the bottom.”

“Your room is on the fourth floor sir, here are the keys, the porter will bring your luggage  up shortly.”

Hugh picks up the keys and wrapping his arm around May, they stroll to the lift. On reaching the room Hugh unlocks the door. “Just stay there May, give me your bag.” He disappears into the room, then reappears, grabs May around the waist and hoists her over his shoulder. He staggers through the door and kicks it shut, then deposits a giggling May on the bed.

“ Idiot, don’t do your back in!” she splutters. “Oh look Hugh we have a balcony with a glimpse of the River and the Notre Dame. Look you can even see the gargoyles on the tower.” 

“Our honeymoon has started. Then our time to be totally together unfolds.Yes how fabulous and romantic, lets go out and get a clearer look, you first I will come behind you. “

“Oh Hugh its so beautiful, thank you for bringing me here. What are you doing?”

“Just picking you up, so I can cuddle every part of you, my lovely lady.”

“Mmmm I just so love you. Gosh I thought I saw that gargoyle flex its wings! It moved I am sure! ”

“Now that would be a miracle. Turn your head and kiss me darling.”
As May turns her head, Hugh gives a mighty heave with his arms and  May flies over the balcony. 
She screams summersaulting  as she falls into the street below, laying spread eagled on the cobbles of the side yard

“The first day of the rest of our lives,” he mutters as he turns and leaves the bedroom carrying May’s bag. He carefully makes his way down the back stairs and exits the hotel by the side door, hurrying into the crowd. 

This was written in response to a photo prompt and the challenge was to mix some genres.

Will love live or die?

I get glimpses of who you are

Makes me want, to return from afar 

Your soul seems suffused in light

Like a moth to a flame, it seems so right
Your warmth and sweetness 

Becomes my weakness

Drunk on the your nectar

Like a bee, I am a collector
The intenseness of our communication

Has made a scintillating  combination

The sound of your laugh, seems like fate

Arouses me,  a cicada calling  for a mate
An entomologist of feelings

Love-lust  unreeling

When captured in loves net

Will emotions grow and thrive yet?
Finding characteristics, of  my soul mate

Are we destined to flirt, spoon and separate?

Sparking colour like a fire fly

Will love live or die?

She lives in two worlds

​She lives in two worlds, that is the norm

Mind numbing reality and riding the storm

Being a drab, totally unappreciated, to sex goddess worshiped 

The total high priestess
Life in the real world versus living on line

Broken down living to feeling sublime

Harried and criticised most of the time, then validated complimented 

A pampered princess
Wanting real life to measure the dream

She hopes that white knight will make her his queen

Falling hard for a fantasy,  can she keep this as release

 Or is it destined to become a ravening beast
Can she choose, is she in control

Is fantasy too seductive the real world too cold

What does she need to do, to achieve happiness

Maybe value herself, be her own success.