“Maybe our Happily Ever After hadn’t worked on the first shot. And maybe Happily Ever Afters weren’t a singular event. Maybe they were something you had to work at, and build, and never give up on, as long as they were something you still wanted.”
Pitter patter of rain subsides & puddle evaporates As the sun rays reaches the ground’s surface Overjoyed and egg-static, the suave gentleman Egg-xits the grand foyer in great stride and Moon walks across the outdoor patio Over to the fireplace where he takes a seat Chilly air lingers – hearthstone warm to the touch Emotions resembling to the lyrics of a Tangerine Dream song
You've been out of my life sometime now Seem like a long, long while Sometimes the thoughts of you Bring tears to my eyes While the times that bring a smile I remember what you told me We would always be close in our hearts
He gingerly snaps open a leather jewelry box Marveling at the vintage turquoise Faberge egg earrings Rated highly by the jeweler he bought it from Excited to surprise his beloved on her birthday The symbolism behind her birthstone alone Wisdom, tranquility, protection, hope Qualities to seal the relationship with good fortune Giving it to her should be easy-peasy Yet their long-distance history together Makes for a complex arrangement
Far from the rolling hills of Denmark, lies Aalborg’s famous House of Music. Beyond the brushed aluminum exterior, audience members gaze upon the stage
Opera enthusiasts wait for the singer With shut eyes, she whispers “open sesame” as the invisible curtains part ways in her mind Starry backdrop of lapis lazuli skies gives way to her glowing presence
A brilliant spotlight shines upon her Thousands of sparkles glitter across the stage Her melodious voice flowed with honey with no signs of rusty inflections
Think of me, think of me fondly When we’ve said goodbye Remember me, once in a while Please promise me you’ll try When you find that once again you long To take your heart back and be free If you ever find a moment Spare a thought for me
Once upon a time, there was a royal newlywed who lived in a castle nestled in the forest nearby a glistening lake. The beloved couple ruled over the kingdom to the best of their ability honoring the previous leaders who recently passed away. The king and queen were deeply in love, but for reasons unexplained, they had difficulty bearing children.
They decided to visit a village of fairies who lived within a grove of jacaranda trees near a majestic waterfall. There was one famed fairy, in particular, who could help them with their barrenness, and her name was Florence.
The royal couple packed for food and supplies for a day’s trek, saddled their horses, and ventured out into the forest. The cool breeze whipped around them as their steeds galloped onto the soft ground. They smiled at each other the moment they listened to the resounding sound of the waterfall swishing on the boulders.
The jacaranda trees were a sight to behold! Lavender blossoms gently fell about them as the fairies warmly greeted the king and queen. One of the fairies welcomed the couple into her home, and put on the tea kettle. “How can we help you?”
Blessed by her hospitality, the queen smiled. “We’re looking for a fairy named Florence. My husband and I are in need of her assistance.” The fairy gazed at the queen thoughtfully for the briefest of moments before she left to fetch Florence.
The king clasped the queen’s clammy hands as they waited, “We will be fine, I’m sure.” The queen gazed at his hazelnut eyes warmed by the twinkle in his eyes and his reassurance.
“NOW…. who is need of my assistance?”
The queen was startled by a loud, sing-song voice. The couple turned around taking in the sight of Florence. Her hair was a brilliant shade of ultraviolet which framed a lovely heart-shaped face. Her crooked nose was accompanied by a gleaming broad smile.
Breaking out of a trance, the king introduced themselves. “My wife and I are having difficulty bearing children, but we would love to raise a family someday.” Florence nodded in understanding, “You came to the right fairy. I can help you with that!”
In her satchel, she took out some magical blackberries she harvested while searching for various herbs. She mashed them in a bowl and poured special nectar on them to mix. She gave the concoction to the king and queen, “Here you go! Drink this, and it will grant your dreams.”
The couple was willing to be open to various possibilities, and obediently they drank the delicious drink excited by what will unfold in the coming months.
I enjoyed the aroma of turmeric in mom’s curry Dad’s old leather boots were curiously in a hurry A divine touch of luck to discover an Indian Head penny Lazy lizard beaded key chains of which there were many
Experienced euphoria while gazing at sparkling lakes Created my own potpourri out of orange peels and floral flakes The sheer power of Gyarados, a sea serpent, gave me the shakes So, to calm myself down, I would bake several mini-cakes!
New blogging friend over at revivedwriter introduced me to the concept paint chip poetry created by Linda Kruschke. It was a rather touching experience to go back to my childhood! Thank you!