From the recycled quire,
Fresh, clammy, and
Heady with
Wood and bleach,
A blank A4 sheet
Posed au naturel,
Shivered slightly,
Restive, yet patient.
Teasing caresses
Of my quill,
Pregnant pause,
Brazen coquet,
Relenting gradually.
The osculations left
An indelible inky-blue trail.
Fresh, clammy, and
Heady with
Wood and bleach,
A blank A4 sheet
Posed au naturel,
Shivered slightly,
Restive, yet patient.
Teasing caresses
Of my quill,
Pregnant pause,
Brazen coquet,
Relenting gradually.
The osculations left
An indelible inky-blue trail.
This post is all credits to Shailaja of The Moving Quill:https://shailajav.wordpress.com/2015/07/15/night-to-remember-microfiction/
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ReplyDeleteThank you Kalpana. It is good to hear such encouragement.
DeleteThis paints such a lovely picture in my mind!
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DeleteSo many delicious words!
ReplyDeleteAm glad you like them all.
DeleteOh goodness :) You did all the work, really no need to credit me at all, Ruby :) Loving the sensuous intensity in the lines! What every writer feels.
ReplyDeleteThank you Shailaja for your kind words, support and encouragement. And trust me you did help me in my moment of doubt.
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DeleteBeautiful. I loved this piece and how you wrote in
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