First Creations Blog Fest

In choosing these sentences I have realized that I don't have particularly remarkable opening and closing lines to my stories. Maybe that is cause for concern and maybe it isn't.

I haven't started anything new yet this year but here is the opening line of a long piece I hope to finish this year:

The wind rushed through the window of Orkney castle in a gust.

And here is the last line to the short story I finished last November:

She folded herself into his arms and the fire in her veins spread into his, both of their hearts beating in the same quick rhythm.

Thank you Summer for hosting this blogfest and Happy Birthday!

Aslo if you like showcasing fun little pieces of your work scroll down to check out my Topsy Turvy challenge.

One Stop Poetry

Dedication

Desecrate my temple with a candle
With flames that burn beyond the final sleep
Incense drowned in a bequeathed ritual
Lit by men long dead for us to keep
Prepare me for my burial with gifts
As scalded wax drips down sacred pillars
Teach me the truths that ceremony sifts
And learn the innocence hidden by scars
Hear cries of children never born as kings
And pay homage to their everlasting sire
Screams of purity torn from time's sweltering
Defile my memory for every missing fire
Defy the spark dimmed by the fall of breath
As vibrancy passes through strains of birth


To read the rest of the poetry for One Shot Wendsday or include your own click the link.

Haikus!

My much cluttered muse
Too often abandoned
Do not leave me yet

If I could pen words
For every mindspun thread
My fingers would break