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| courtesy of Pixabay |
Once, you drew stars around my scars in dreams under a midnight sky. In my place of refuge far from the waking world you were a conjurer of words. I a willing apprentice absorbed in a fable like story created by some heavenly script writer. The stars were so bright that I had to close my eyes for fear that the clarity of a love story would end in some twisted plot.
Watching you swagger across the stage of another realm offering pieces of your heart in return I gave you pieces of mine. You a troubadour of song and I a lady of poetic words. We danced, affectionate lovers, across the page, cheek to cheek whispering sonnets rhyming words and worlds.
Then, someone drew the curtain and we exited side stage. You went your way and I went mine a wicked blue ending.
Written for dVerse - Prosery
hosted by Bjorn writing prosery
incorporating the selected line from
“You drew stars around my scars”
from the song Cardigan taken from her record Folklore.
Yes indeed " a wicked blue ending"
ReplyDeleteNice one!!!
Much♡love
Some loves are not meant to be, for one reason or another. I enjoyed your tale. :)
ReplyDeleteIt sounds so much like the drifting apart that is so common in a romance, moving from falling in love into lifetime friendship is a true challenge.
ReplyDeleteAs beautiful a prose piece as your poetry!
ReplyDelete"We danced, affectionate lovers, across the page, cheek to cheek whispering sonnets rhyming words and worlds." What a delight to read, Truedess, and I read it as a dance between reader and writer, both switching places, exiting when the curtain in drawn. Yet while the pleasure lasts, what a love story!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful and poignant love story.....so melancholy, that wicked blue ending.
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