A Red Shoes Adventure by Zvaella

Zvaella

She moves like winter

With kisses that burn as an open flame

And eyes like untempered strips of lighting.

She pauses to adjust the strap

Of her red Mary Janes, a cloud tucked

Into her right back pocket like a memo.

–

Her cold escapes me whenever she smiles.

The sun riven over a cup of tea

I watch her rise up on her toes

Drawing sparks from my grey eyes,

Sparks governed by rain,

Sparks that slash without remorse

My faltering pretensions of joy.

–

She stood a long time

On my shoulders, jaded

Self-satisfying, demolishing

Passageways and intersections

My beloved and besieged

My uncompromising mistress

Delilah or Evangeline

Whatever her name

The dilemma remains.

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31 thoughts on “3 Prompts”

  2. Ah, a triple, but really you hit it out of the ball park for a home run!
    We have a comic here called ‘A Rose is a Rose’ where the gals’ alter ego is a long haired, black leather jacket, Motor-cycle riding, boot wearing, very confident Chic.

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  5. Magical opening stanza. It sets the tone. Moving like winter is such a cool image. Keeping a cloud tucked into the back pocket as well. Very cool. Pairing the cold with the smile as well goes against what you would expect. Her standing on your shoulder is usually where you would find the conscience as well, which makes this quite personal.

    Do you ever wonder if some people even read? Ha.

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  8. you
    can
    always
    see
    her
    standing
    in
    the
    cold
    rain

    a
    satisfied
    smile
    on
    her
    flaming
    red
    lips
    a
    smile
    with
    a
    spark
    hotter
    than
    the
    sun
    hot
    enough
    to
    burn
    through
    your
    jaded
    reality

    if
    you
    give
    her
    the
    chance
    she
    will
    steal
    your
    joy
    and
    leave
    you
    empty

    your
    days
    will
    turn
    gray
    and
    the
    only
    thing
    you’ll
    have
    to
    show
    for
    having
    met
    her
    will
    be
    a
    deep
    bloody
    slash
    where
    your
    heart
    used
    to
    be

    she
    can’t
    help
    it
    you
    know

    it’s
    just
    the
    way
    she
    is

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  9. Another amazing response to 3 – wow – 3 prompts – and they all work so well in their aspects of complimenting each other. A fantastic tale that offers such a distinctive perspective on companionship and passengers – which, of course, can be travelers on a journey – epic Yves 😀

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  14. Thanks so much for sharing your blog…wonderful and I love the poems especially. Thanks also for visiting my short story over on Morgen Bailey’s pages and liking A Walk to Destiny….thanks so much. Do pop in to my blog again.

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