Mi Cumpoter Shahar, The best so farHis mariposa soaring to a starQue paso? Oh me, Oh my, mucho besosbahat se bose, he shows, she knows.What kind of love, amore is this?What day has the most bliss?Domingo, Lunes, one more kissTuesday , Wednesday they permissJumerat, Jumah do they need kumiss?Sabado, oui oui, oooh French Kiss.Who’s to …
Author Archives: rovingdamsel
Mirage
Are you a mirage?A desire only seen from afar?Closeness will make you disappear?Like chasing a distant star?An oasis in my desert? Paradise to be found?Water to quench my thirst?My melody, oh how sweet the sound?Are you just an optical illusion?Visions dancing before my eyes?A figment of my imagination?Living in a plethora of lies?Will it all …
Prisoner Of War – The Boat
The Captain walks with her outside the dwelling place of her captured love. She takes a look in the window, and sees him laying there. His body broken, his eyes gaunt and the evidence of horrible evil aides doing the bidding of their master. She looks at The Captain. “I don’t want him staying here.” …
The Return Of The Cloaked Hero
The Ogre gently, stoically cut the thin tether. He could have ripped it, but he didn’t. His actions dictated by his self inflicted pain. Well, some of it anyways, she knew she was the cause of a percentage of it. She lingered at the base of the post, she was self imposed chained to. She …
The Cloaked Hero
She was able to break free for a while. Break free from the strings that held her down. Fly as the butterfly she was. Soaring mountain tops and winging through meadows and valleys. Flapping along side rivers and streams, finding waterfalls and rainbows. As she traversed the fields of wildflowers, there he was, hidden beneath …
Prisoner Of War – The Enclosure
She walked up the path to the enclosure. Her flowing sleaved cloak and hood shielding her from the cold. She opened the unlocked door and stepped into the darkness. It was colder inside than outside. The frigid atmosphere pierced her spirit to the bone. There he was, deposited on a flimsy cot. A thin blanket …
THE GIFT GIVER
She showed up in her personal chariot. It was a manual one, so no horses needed. The grounds keeper was at the entrance tidying up and making sure things were presentable. He greeted the new arrival and commented on the weather induced high temperatures. She agreed with his sentiments and proceeded to notify her spouse …
Staying Awhile Damsel
The lovely lady sitting at the table admired the red rose at the center of the table. The mild colored vase adding a simple beauty to the pink cloth beneath it. She waited as she was trying to decide if she should come up with a selection of something she would want to eat or …
Roving Damsel
She wanders far and near searching for the perfect masterpiece. Through green valleys, lavender meadows and desert sands her quest drives her to keep going. Always looking, always listening, always observing for that one true companion. Where will he be found? She remembers the gorgeous cooper with all the wooden kegs and barrels strewn throughout …
THE JUDGEMENT OF MISS NUISANCE
None of us knew how horrible it would turn out to be when she arrived. Her innocent looking demeanor would claw us unmercifully. That wolf in sheep’s clothing. The preying would eventually become so maddening, we started to lose our minds. Time and time again we sounded the alarm. No one that could doing anything …
COMPOSITIONS OF OBSCURITY 