She was sitting on a bench beneath the willow tree. Her hands folded neatly on her lap, her victorian gown holding all the blossoms of an apple tree. He offered out his hand to that lady. Until then she had not know how shy she could be for she had never seen such a bright and beautiful man. Dressed in a suit of black felt was he, and sporting an iris in his buttonhole. Happy for the first time in her life she put her hand in his daintily and he smiled for her. And they smiled.
Inspired by The Hobbit: Dreaming of Bagend by Howard Shore
I saw flowers dying
In the winter
encasing a life twining filling the pores
from flower to root around with utmost delicacy
and every petal each and every step
About: The snow is here to stay. I wasn’t sure if I liked this poem, but finally decided that if I can’t make the words as do what I want I’ll just change the shape. Recommend movies to go with the season are Frozen and Rise of the Guardians.
A million people moving
Planes looming in my vision
And I can’t get past the door
About: I’ve been feeling a bit trapped in the house lately. I’ll have to go for more walks.
Eventually I’ll have a preview of the first chapter, but I wanted to get this out of the way.
I apologize for those looking for Ember updates. The story is stalled because I have so much to do right now.
Edit of The Broken Court Chapter 1, part 1 (focus on viewpoint and transition between description, dialogue, and action)