Leara writes and other creative things…
Portfolio including poetry and flash fiction from micro fiction to short stories and a bit of photography thrown in for good measure.
the setting sun gives life to shadows cast
from secret places
creeping forth from the past
the setting sun gives life to shadows cast
darkness comes revealing fast
heads hung low with hands on faces
the setting sun gives life to shadows cast
from secret places
– This is a Triolet poem. Photo from The Metropolitan Museum of Art.
Tears and rain fall down.
Hearts break, thunder crashes, and
The lightning brightens
Darkness, momentarily.
Missing the times of laughter.
– Written for Silver’s Tanka Tuesday Challenge #8. Word prompts were “time” & “laughter” or synonyms of those. Photo from Pixabay.
Imbued with darkness, he rose from the shadows to choose his next companion.
– Written for Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 #77. Prompt was “imbue.” WC 13. Photo by FP-Digital-Art.
Darkness advances
With twilight’s authority
Light is extinguish
– Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s Carpe Diem #1060. In memory of Jane Reichhold. Prompt was “twilight.” Photo from Pixabay.
Some say we are born sinners, inherently given to do bad things. Others argue nature versus nurture, that we are innocent until the age of accountability. Orphaned at birth, the darkness inside took my parents as its first sacrifice.
– Written for Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 #67. Prompt words were “orphan” and “inherent.” WC 39. Photo from Pixabay.com. “The Darkness” was awarded 3rd place in this contest.
Trees sway
The end of day
Light is spent
Night calls
Darkness falls
The curtain closes
Supposing you were alone
The sudden audience you feel
The day somehow concealed
Comes as a surprise
– Written for Pix To Words Pic And A Word Challenge #48. Word and Photo prompts, word was “darkness.” Top photo prompt by Patrick Jennings. Bottom photo original by lovecatz. I edited it with photoshop.
A bright flash of purple, then red and I saw nothing at all.
What is on the surface isn’t always reality.
The mirror was supposed to have the power to show us who we really were.
Hesitantly, I invoked its curse. “Who am I? Show me what lies beneath the surface. Show me what I am afraid to see. I am ready to behold and accept what’s hidden within.” I read out loud from the crinkled paper the seer had given to me.
A bright flash of purple, then red and I saw nothing at all. I trembled with fear for my lack of sight. In the darkness, I heard the mirror shatter.
– Written for Splickety’s Progeny Nano Contest. Prompt was the concept of Identity. WC 100
Photo by Darkday.
