Poem: Wrapped Refrain – ” Waif, Woman, Girl.” 


Thank you to The Daily Prompt for the word prompt screen.

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Absence invites you, listen,

Not wanting to see my tears glisten.

Blocking me, am I an illusion?

Between us is too much confusion.

Hating, to turn the tables on you — I’m fail safe.

Modern woman seeking solace, only a small waif.

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Drifting girl who caught your fancy,

Thinking me a necromancer,

No, I’m no wicked witch casting,

I’m no immortal everlasting.

Concluding, I’m your shadow now, don’t think that way.

Modern woman here, depending on her own say.

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You dream I’m glued to your side,

Wishing you’d let me off this ride.

Commitment, did I say that?

No, I said I’ll be like you — fat —

Off hurting, confusing, many precious women — pearls.

Who believed Prince Charming didn’t hurt, he did –whirls.

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You’ll excuse me, I screen all profiles.

Odds are, you’ll desert, admist trial.

Looking for longterm love, my dear?

Became like some guys, single by fear.

Booting you out of bed, never to be seen again.

You’ve been screened, now kindly disappear — let me reign.

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Here I am Queen; I learned from the best,

Play all your cards, close to your chest.

Modern woman, can she actually believe?

Her dreams, her fears, her tears, might weave.

Leaning on a partner, her prince, only a man?

Absence invites, waif schemes wiser, dreaming, plans.

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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers –  Child Like 


Caleb had been floating in a raft at sea for days. He thought he was dreaming when his raft washed up on a sandy beach. When he awoke, it was nighttime and he needed to drink water.

Caleb rose haphazardly to his knees and began to shuffle through the foliage. A purple glow grew brighter as he walked until it was almost blinding him. Looking up to the blackness of the star lit sky, he noticed that all around him were palm trees. They were massive and appeared to be lit with purple, white, and pink light.

Caleb walked until he was barely touching one of the lit trees. He slowly laid his hand onto one tree and the colours that lit the tree shot through his body. Caleb felt his aching bones healing, felt the ravages of the open sea disappearing from his gaunt form. He felt happy and full of laughter.

Caleb let go of the tree when children came running out of little palm leaf huts towards him. A little girl with curly hair touched his nose and laughed. Caleb looked at his hands, they were a small child’s hands. “I’m a child” he wondered.

“We’re all children. We are stuck at our best age in childhood. The year we loved the most,” the girl said.

Caleb joined a group of kids, playing red-rover. It was so much fun. The little girl with curls pretended to get caught at his arm and she grabbed his hand. “See” she started “we’re adults stuck in our kid bodies forever, were in a kind of Neverland. The trees have made us immortal children.” Caleb was disturbed by this but the price of immortality wasn’t apparent to him until much later in his life as a child.


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