I play with words; with their sound, their shape, their [dis]order. Words I am. I am words. In clouds and crowds. In leaps and bounds. And all around.
mlmm’s Sunday Writing Prompt: It’s All in the Title becomes It’s all in the micro-tale.
A Girl Called Gift
A Night Without Dreams
The Day the Stars Burned
Revenant
Sleep Deprivation
The Mulberry Bush
A Disquieting Haze
A Vision in Blue
The Man Who Talks to Walls
The Fairy Queen
In a disquieting haze, the man who talks to walls has a vision in blue. The fairy queen, revenant from his night without dreams, spurred by sleep deprivation, warns him of a girl called gift, hiding behind the mulberry bush about to create dawn of the day the stars burned.
A girl called gift, after a night without dreams, stood under the incendiary sky on the day the stars burned. Revenant from sleep deprivation and pricked by the mulberry bush, she wandered in a disquieting haze, spying a vision in blue, the man who talks to walls escorting the fairy queen.
On the day the stars burned, revenant from a night without dreams and sleep deprivation, the man who talks to walls, in a disquieting haze, met a vision in blue, a girl called gift and the fairy queen, by the mulberry bush.
It’s all in the title meets mlmm Wordle 185: love; dense; condemn; evening; inside; onism ( the frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time, which is like standing in front of the departures screen at an airport, flickering over with strange place names like other people’s passwords, each representing one more thing you’ll never get to see before you die—and all because, as the arrow on the map helpfully points out, you are here.); hearten; contrivance; promise; mandala; flirtation
A girl called gift loved a night without dreams. Dense was the day the stars burned. Condemn the revenant on the evening of sleep depravation, inside the mulberry bush without comfort of the weasel.
Hearten to a disquieting haze before railroading a vision in blue. All a contrivance of the man who talks To walls mad made as a promise to the Fairy Queen, she of mandalas and flirtations.
Do you know how I love the denseness of your condemnations each evening as you enter my boudoir? Hearten as you railroad every contrivance in your pathetic efforts to make me promise upon the mandala of your ring, to not cease my flirtations? Your onism amuses me.
You are here. Yes, I know. I am hostage to my onism. Yet, I hearten to those dusk, dense evening promises of out-of-body contrivances. Walking, stalking between the railroad ties, gravel flirting with my ankles. Moon rising like a mandala; a silvery kiss, a loving promise of moving the arrow one step forward inside the maze which constitutes my mind.
image: fire star by plusonemace.deviantart.com
February 4, 2018 at 5:32 pm
Holy sweet smoke!!!
Absolutely sheer brilliance. OMFG – this is awesome. Beyond AWEsome – what a fantastic mind leap word play “words am” “am words” is this???
Oh, I throw bouquets🌹🌷🌹 and nosegays🌻🍃🌻🌺🌿 and requests at your feet. Would you be so kind as to consider writing my eulogy and obituary?
Seriously …. this is super awesome Lorraine. I’m sitting here, reveling in the sheer stories that are just perfect. You’ve totally grabbed me by the lapels, if I were wearing some, but nonetheless – and with a girl name gift?? Totally fantastic.
This is just wonderful. I’ve fallen in love with your “it’s all in the title” – madly, deeply. 🌠🌠🌠
And I like the meeting up of the girl named gift meeting the wordle …. this is like a conversation in response to the first part – although it stands alone equally well …. hahahahaha – this is bloody brilliant!
And I take it there is the third part – perhaps a little more spacing, if I’m reading this correctly – to distinguish it from what came before?
… anyhow, that’s just a technical presentation issue ….
but even the last section, the straightforward wordling – this too is most fascinating and well word-played …..
you’ve truly worded yourself so very well here – I do hope you are most satisfied with these, your efforts!
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February 4, 2018 at 8:58 pm
Never written an epitaph but have done some rather fine obits.
I read the obits around here and think, damn, I should apply. Obits just ain’t what they used to be. Sigh.
Glad I entertained you for a while, and hope the job of writing your obit and epitaph does not arrive too soon. I need practice on the epitaph part, lol.
Take good care!
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February 5, 2018 at 11:08 am
LOL@untimely arrivals and departures ;)
sometimes you can find the most interesting written in obits – certainly the ones from so long ago – definitely fascinating what got printed up … kind of like walking graveyards and seeing the headstones/monuments as well some of the passages written!
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February 5, 2018 at 2:29 pm
Yep. My father would stop our road trips to roam old graveyards. Used to take my students to them to piece together a story of the community by what was written. Love the fullness of the old time headstone. Too bad acid rain has wiped so many clean.
Yes, I am grumpy and cranky today.
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February 5, 2018 at 4:06 pm
((((((((Lorraine))))))))))
hang in there …… and may you soon be smiling and feeling cozy and well …. and happy
they are fascinating places …. especially old sections …. so much to imagine and information to be extrapolated …..
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February 6, 2018 at 9:16 am
There is one in the Old Burying Grounds in Halifax (now a preservation spot) which told the guy’s life story including his murder!
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February 6, 2018 at 8:21 pm
wow – now that is totally cool, in a weird but odd way …. fascinating!
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