Tea and Prose
Day 29 Inktober : Patch
They asked her to keep it simple.
Play it safe.
With black and blues
Whites and grays.
To which she obliged.
But sometimes she would get away
To patch up with life
By setting ablaze the town
With her flamboyant gowns.
Day 28 Inktober : Crispy
In the rains or when the weather is cold nothing is as comforting as a plate of hot crispy samosas with a cup of tea to warm the bones.
Day 27 Inktober : Spark
You can’t start a fire
– Bruce Springsteen
You can’t start a fire without a spark
This gun’s for hire
Even if we’re just dancing in the dark.
Day 21 Inktober : Fuzzy
A room full of soft fuzzy stuff like plush rugs, pompom throws, velvet pillows, sheer curtains with tassels, extra soft socks, woollen sweaters, and fuzzy bunny slip-ons. With warm and inviting colors like white, cream, pink, and brown to make the kind of room that I’d love to nuzzle in with a book and a fluffy cat.
Day 18 Inktober : Moon
She used the moon as her boat to sail through the darkness of the Milky Way.
Day 13 Inktober : Roof
I was attempting to draw an old cottage that has an attic with a tiny window overlooking the meadows but it’s nothing like it and looks more like a house. 😀
A window looking out to
a white cherry blossom tree
With a steaming cup of hot coffee
On the window sill.
A writing desk by the window
Stacked with books.
Sheer curtains on the edges,
Moving gently with the wind.
Day 9 Inktober – “Throw”
For dance was her expression of freedom. Moving smoothly like a breeze, sometimes flowing vigorously like the waves. Sliding and gliding, swinging and turning. Always energetic, always having fun. Her final dance move ended with her head held high. And every time she threw the ruffles of her skirt in the air in the passion of her dance.
On a fine snowy, winter evening, I donned my cozy layers of warmth and stepped out to buy a bottle of milk and a loaf of bread. Walking down the hillside I noticed something rolling down the snow.
“Must be kids playing with snowballs.” I said to myself and continued walking.
Then all of a sudden the snowball landed near my feet. I stopped when I saw something glistening under the snow. It moved and I could see a pair of shining crystal eyes, it purred and wiggling itself out of the snow.
I bent down slowly, “Hey there, you furry little friend!”, she replied with a soft mew and followed me all the way to the bakery. I fed her a few crumbs of cheese, she purred contently and we walked back home together happily.
It was a chilly winter night when I saw her.
Haute or mysterious?
A black floppy wide brim hat covered her eyes.
Her red lips left behind a trail of smoke,
as she walked past me
with the echoes of her high heels
resonating in the dark alley.
Into Words 