Oh my brittle heart
This must be so hard
When, you ask me, about taking
possession of that House of Numbers;
The one where the actors in sleeping exile
Listened to their unsung swan songs.
They must have been thin men
Hunted looks and worn out faces
after their careers took a crash
And I realise that they are but
Ashes of us
In a different place;
Our hopes, our dreams
Our fun, unreal mantras. . .
Dorian paused.
Meg gaped at him, open-mouthed in awe. That was splendid!
Now, how do I work in Julian’s eyes and Wheatfields? wondered Dorian
©Shailaja V
Word count: 100
Written for the Light and Shade Challenge
This Friday’s picture prompt is given above
Writers must attempt a piece of fact/fiction/poetry in 100 words or less
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The way you mix genres is very clever. I love your language choices.
Yet another gem scripted:)
very cleverly done..my days have become very busy of late and I’m finding it hard to meet the daily challenge. I’ve decided to take it as it comes because it will rob me of the pleasure to write, otherwise.
The first part made me wonder and think. The second part made me chuckle. Well done!