Three Line Tales: Before The Wedding #3LineTales #amwriting #fiction 


Thank you to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales.

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Ben Rosett

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 The future awaits as I stand behind the swing hesitating. It reminds me of when I was a small girl, riding the swing and pumping my legs back and forth. Often, I would end up flipping the swing, riding it too high. My mom would be so upset at yell at me for scaring her each time I flipped the swing. 

Today I sit down on the swing which is aggravatingly difficult with all these layers of tulle, silk, and lace. I don’t want to grass stain my gown before my big moment down walking down the aisle. I rock and swing my body using my barefoot and I’ve taken off my couture Jimmy Choos wedding shoes. 

 I swing softly and think and I wonder what my future will be like when the weddings over? The truth is no one knows what the future will bring, especially not me. I see the light of sun shining down upon my dress, to me on this day, this light is my hope. Such a brilliant sun could only mean a beautiful life ahead. 

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My girl sits on the swing, rocking back and forth gently, her veiled head leaning against the rope on one side of the swing. Weddimg guests begin to gather sitting in white wooden chair. Some of the guest gaze back at the bride who thoughtfully swings, humming a familiar tune. I wonder what’s going on in her confounding mind and then she peers back at me and smiles brightly. 

I’m not supposed to see her in her white dress yet, so I grin and pretend to cover my eyes as she laughs, telling me to go away. That we’ll be married before we know it. Through my fingers I stare at her, she’s so beautiful. I can feel my heart thumping against my chest –I seem to be nervous after all.

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Years later, I think back to that moment when our whole lives were before us. Holding each other’s hands and murmuring our wedding vows. Now I cling to her thin hand in the hospital bed as my love seems to disintegrate before me. One never knows what lies ahead and I think that’s a gift. If we knew what our future was, we would never move forward. 

But I see the light of heaven shining upon my wife. I feel this warm healing light on my own body and we stare at each other and smile as the Lord calls us both home. The next morning the nurses find us, our bodies cold. We have already gone onto better things. We left holding hands, the same way we began. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved

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#OctPoWriMo – Day 9 – Tankas – “Spiralling Nightmares” #amwriting #poetry


Day 9 Prompt – SPIRAL

“I love that you can find spirals from the tiniest places (our DNA) to massive expanses (the Milky Way) and everywhere in between. Free write about spiraling and see where you go – do you spiral up or down? Find where this word takes you and go from there.” 

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Whispy visions form, 

In our minds, in dreams, in sleep;

Foggy images, 

Are we us in our dreams so real? 

 Perhaps, we’re who we desire? 

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Perfected, ideal. 

No flaws, idiosyncrasies, 

We save the day and —

Our wishes come true and life, 

Is exactly how we would want. 

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Then again most dreams, 

Are ghastly and confusing.

People don’t make sense

You’re chasing someone or you’re —

Being chased — there’s no escape.

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You’re afraid and lost,

Your dreams, colourful, and vivid. 

Childhood friends are here, 

People you’ve seen only once —

Nightmares spiral, ripe with fear.

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Facing an enemy, 

Bully from school, or those you —

Loved, or part of you does? 

What’s real? Will you remember? 

Why do your friends hide and yell? 

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Or perhaps, you dream, 

Much more serenely and feel, 

A peace never felt,

 In waking hours never found, 

Tough living life; then you sleep . . .

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Do you sleep enough? 

Perchance to dream, feel refreshed

Or do you thrash and —

Scream, spiralling nightmare, 

Taking ahold preventing —

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No waking, no sleep; 

Twisted and caught inbetween, 

What’s real and what’s not

The savage territory, 

Our mind’s fears torturing us

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Resevered. 

Poem: Free Verse – “The Darkest Faeries” #amwriting #poetry #faeries


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The wings of a faerie, a delicate lace.

Transparent and glowing with,

Each faeries myriad colour choice.

You can see their wings flash,

When the sun begins to set;

When echoes of the rainbow,

Give one the illusion of colours bold.

But it’s the faeries who are —

As beautiful as they’re deadly,

Luring children to their faerie lands.

Turning your infants to faeries,

To live many ages;

To play the wicked games faeries play.

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They’ve no offspring so they steal,

A babe fed; left in their crib.

And you a mother are distraught,

Be not surprised; it’s what faeries do.

You’ve heard the tales and watched,

As your mother, and her mother before her.

Still you cry and sob;

Picking-up your biggest kitchen knife.

Faeries are terrible beings,

We read false truth about,

They don’t actually want to help.

They’re evil when alive too long.

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Faeries so tiny,

Keep their race alive.

Promptly, wave their hands;

The wisps of their garments,

Sleeves like streamers trailing long.

Chanting magic ancestors taught,

They curse your darlings with bright wings.

And turn you and you husband away,

Searching for,

Your their stolen little ones.

Though you, broken-hearted mother,

You keep up the fight.

You want your children to grow,

Not become an evil faerie and —

Live a Millennium to burn.

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Faeries lead astray those,

Who try to capture them.

You who yearn for your babes,

To get your children home.

As faeries, your darlings grow in the blink of an eye;

Become adult faeries in days,

Not knowing they were humans young,

Merely days ago.

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Mother’s sorely missing kids,

Are wandering the forest for —

Where ancient faeries hide.

Faeries lie to stolen babes,

Say they were unwanted,

So the faeries gave them home.

And rainbow wings to one day,

Catch the eye of yet more babes.

Lost before a parent sees,

A child stolen gone.

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Faeries change your young,

Dawning them with gossamer wings,

Knowledge of mischief and celebration.

A faeries life is of none-stop festivity,

With little meaning;

And no knowledge do faeries posses,

But the knowledge to take;

Those you hold so dear–

It’s why you burn their wings,

In the candle lit at night;

So, they will never curse your home,

And bring you a mother’s tears,

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Why you learned to take your knife,

And kill the old faeries weird,

To end their malicious games.

Take back your children,

Undo the magic faeries formed.

You’ll burn and stab their wings all night,

Until your children,

And your neighbour’s young,

Are finally, safe at home.

So the faeries fade away.

Die out with no offspring,

Because of you;

Your child lives.

And never will you cry again,

From a fairy interfering.

You, most feisty mother,

For your perseverance, you have won.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Poem: Free Verse – “Silver and Gold” #poetry #amwriting


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​Forged in Silver and Gold,
My legs in Bronze wrapped.

Precious metals, the artist molds.

Silver and Gold; precious and cold.

You never let me attach;

Though you feel my skin,

Your most beloved metal.

The artist in me approves,

As you etch my form, and carve,

The length of my body in Silver and Gold.

The Gold of my hair, burnished with Bronze.

The Silver of my pale skin,

Gemstones for my eyes;

The bluest of Sapphires.

More shadow in the glitter,

Masks the deception we share.

Hides my introspection, pain on the inside,

How you could hurt me?

Sketching my soul?

With your golden hands;

So tanned from your heritage,

Creating art with our beauty.

As the Ancient Greek and Romans,

Perfection in Silver and Gold bodies.

You sketch and you etch,

You carve, curves and sensations,

With Silver and Gold,

Caressing my body,

Destroying my core.

My heart and my soul,

The edge of reason fading,

Quicksilver in my veins draining.

Etching you back,

Silver and Gold, for my chosen;

Highlighting your scars,

Diamond gems bright.

Silver and Gold; until I am old,

My body you fashion in Silver and Gold,

Taking and talking, performance art.

My artfulness; your artfulness,

Mutual thirst, for precious metals slaked.

Ag and Au the atomic symbols,

In movements like music,

Golden pixie dust brightens the air,

Silver dust on my eyelids, your cheeks.

Fly me to the Neverland;

Let’s escape the rabbit holes.

Paint our trail flying in Silver and Gold.

I’ve nothing but my heart,

For you my most precious metal.

Silver, Gold, and gems, your body imparts,

Hoping there is more at your core;

In your heart, and in your soul.

Something warm and soft,

The dust from precious metals as pillows pulled of feathers.

Hurt me not; forget me not,

Love me with your Golden skin.

Your Bronze eyes alight and brilliant;

Silver and Gold, we’ve no control,

When the talk turns to whispers;

We blossom and glisten, sweat beading,

Golden and Silver;

My scars so deep glimmer,

Created to highlight the Silver in my skin.

Of Gold so entranced,

Your enthralling hands;

Touch me and multiply the treasure.

You cannot melt me down;

I’m quicksilver on your tongue,

Solid Silver in your grip;

Trapped by your Bronze eyes.

Silver and Gold, in the rise of sun,

King Midas, his work done.

Silver lips give you a kiss,

Beg for your shimmering touch.

As the sun beats down,

The most Golden light,

Of all the light known,

Creator has granted in Silver and Gold.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved

Poem: Mirrored Refrain – ” Babe to Little Girl”


Thank you to The Daily Post for the prompt words: Playful,Smooth,and Connected.


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Softest, palest skin, girl with bright blue eyes,

Tiny, huddled, swaddled in blankets tight.

Gossamer fabrics, plush and fluffy, hide.

Smooth, delicate artistry; babe thrives.


Connection between child and mother strong,

Small babe in pink, flaxen blond hair curls.

Smooth delicate artistry; babe thrives,

Gossamer fabrics, plush and fluffy, hide.


Developing, playful; peering, curious eyes,

Sits up on Mama’s lap; with head up right.

Gossamer fabrics, plush and fluffy, hide,

Smooth delicate artistry; babe born, thrives.


Seated in bumbo, gurgling smile, laughs,

Lifted into the air, Dad’s hands girl whirls,

Smooth delicate artistry; babe thrives,

Gossamer fabrics, plush and fluffy, hide.


Time to crawl around, then up on her feet,

Flaxen hair lengthens, tiny teeth start to bite.

Gossamer fabrics, plush and fluffy, hide,

Smooth and delicate artistry; babe thrives.


Independence forms, play-dates, swimming lessons,

Not a baby long; connects with other girls.

Smooth and delicate artistry; babe thrives,

Gossamer fabrics, plush and fluffy, hide.


Away to playschool and kindergarten,

Babe a moment; small girl in Mama’s sight.

Gossamer fabrics, plush and fluffy, hide,

Smooth and delicate artistry; babe thrives.


©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved

 

Poem: Laturnes – “Shine in Light.”


The Lanturne is a five-line verse shaped like a Japanese lantern with a syllabic pattern of one, two, three, four, one.

Please see Shadow Poetry for more information.

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You

May find

Comfort in

Waiting for the

Time

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You 

Might find

Things will be

Alright and be

Fine

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What

Will you

Do when you

You are unstable

Fall

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Will

You try 

To remain

As a Yogi so

Calm

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Or 

Explode

In movement —

Lightening quick

Energy.

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They’re

Choices

To act on

Decide your way

Fast 

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They’re

Choices

To think about

Life makes time so

Slow.

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In 

The end

There is you

Sliding falling

Alone

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And

You may

Struggle with

Finding inside

Hope

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In

The dark

It’s hard to

Find your way out

Look.

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Shine

Light on

The problem

Dawn glows glimmer,

Hope.

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How

Is it

Easier 

To leave unsaid

Words.

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Words

Whispered

Hide secrets

No one will know

Ever.

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Light

Reveals

Darkness hides

The horrible truth,

Grow.

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Be

Not in

The blackest 

Places you find

Thrive.

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Be

In the

Sparkle seen

Glittering sky

Alive

—–

Crash

Through the

Walls that hold

You in place move,

Close.

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Fight

There is 

No hiding 

Thrive or snuff out

Light

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©Mandibelle16.All Rights Reserved.

Poem: “Light.”


What creature fears the light? And who

Would hide from having light shone,

A breathtaking brightness blare,

In open air the light gives birth,

It chases out the shadows.

It won’t let darkness win, it takes,

Away the black and horrible.

It creates a lit room, your soul,

With a sword of truth,  blaring,

Light comes to darkness winning,

Chasing out the demons, and with —

Brave sound acclamations brings,

Forth the bearer of candles —

Such a little flame can break the dark.

What dare does evil do but run and —

Find the deepest darkest hole

It is the only place left to–

Simmer in sulphur and live in,

Flame of the eternal death,

But light is opening up —

The cracks and sneaking past black,

It seeks to bring a peaceful,

Glow that no evil can ever fool,

Light in the darkness built worlds, 

Our world, because in the start,

“There was the word and the word,

Was God, and the word, was with —

God. It was with him in the —

Begginning.” And light will always,

Defy, what is at heart deceitful,

Light is the strongest power I 

Know, and in a world where I

See Christmas lights glow, I am —

Reminded there is always light.

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©Mandibelle16. All Rights Reserved.

Writing 101: Camaflouge – “Demon Within.”


If you look closely and try, 

You may see things that are alive. 

That hide behind the veil lifted;

Reveals a soul oh so dark , 

Utterly twisted at heart.

You may see things huge and torn,

A memory of childhood born,

And blood seeping through the core,

 And not a place you want to live.

What unstable being lerks within,

When we see passed our own sin,

Seek forgiveness and find that,

A monster still lerks there in.

He hides with growls and much power;

He is the epic Grendle to slay,

Did Beowulf forget to prey,

A seething demon hiding,

Would never arise again and–

We can’t hide behind our horror.

We can’t decide we’re afflicted,

And let the demon in his —

Golden palace glitter sleep.

We must fight the monster hid,

Deep beneath our normal-self.

The part that no one can see,

The soul in a dark prison,

A prison of ebony.

What capricious darling,

Needs to be torn to pieces.

The light envades the darkest–

Places in our hearts and minds,

My soul wakes up to find that God,

Designed us a Camaflouge,

We should never hide from He

Who is every space and those —

 Hidden inbetween sight.

We are able to find within what–

Has hid and free ourselves from —

A captivity and find–

A dream of peacefulness,

Divine providence, focus.

Don’t let the darkness win the

War for your soul and fight it–

You are hidden away and–

Safe, once condemned but alive,

With the coming of the light,

Remove the shackles and clothes,

That hid the human within the 

Walls of oppression and sin;

Of Camaflouge you have —

No need, go now, be at peace. 

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©Mandibelle16. All Rights Reserved.

Poem: Single 


Hello, nice to meet you, looking for a soulmate?

Why no, that’s to deep, I just wanted sex.

Did we meet online, when our questionnaires matched us?

Those things don’t mean anything, but we both like Netflix and chill.

Great running into you, will you take my number?

Okay, but we have to be careful, my wife can’t know.

There are many reasons people don’t match up,

I could give you hundreds of scenarios, where things were off-beat.

But it’s no wonder you say, why things don’t work for you.

Your skin isn’t perfect, you aren’t completely svelte, and you haven’t

Shaved your legs since last morning now.

You think your kind of boring, that you don’t have a life,

You work at all hours and your cookings abhorrent.

Everybody’s flawed, and that’s the final truth.

If you don’t love your body, how can someone love it too?

If you don’t think your great, someone else might,  just wait.

You can meet any number of people in many different ways,

But you’ll know that someone in a second, wait and see.

You may not experience it now but it’s only because,

Your becoming the person you’re meant to become.

The right person will take you with all of your flaws,

They won’t have a partner their trying to hide,

They won’t be looking only for the night,

You’ll find if you focus on being the best you,

You’ll be so much happier and attract people too.

Nobodies perfect and these things take time.

So, love your family, and your friends, and your pets;

While you wait, for the rest. 

Poem: Murder


How to get away with murder? 

Say, you never did it.

Have an alibi and blame another person.

Put yourself, somewhere else at the time of the crime.

Lie. Everybody does it, lie through your teeth.

Get rid of all the evidence. Use gloves, no finger prints,

Don’t think about the victim, your in darkness now.

Hide the body in a lake. Or burn it all to ashes. 

You must be desperate and hide a motive, morality doesn’t understand.

How to get away with murder?

You may not and judgement is not yours to make,

You will go into hiding until your conscience betrays you. 

You’ll never get away with murder.

Either you’ll get caught or punish yourself.