Day 8 – NaPoWriMo/AtoZchallenge/Music Prompt: Poem – Laurenelle – “Together” #amwriting #poetry #NaPoWriMo #AtoZchallenge


For Day 8 of NaPoWrMo the prompt is writing a poem with repetition. For letter of the A to Z Challenge. I’m also completing the challenge of writing for Friday’s Music Prompt from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie and the song “Jeter Un Sort” by French-Canadian musician Alex Nevsky. 

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“We be light, we be life, we be fire! We sing electric flame, we rumble underground wind, we dance heaven! Come be we and be free!” ― Kate Griffin, A Madness of Angels

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I cast a spell, not knowing what resulted, 

Whatever the time or secrets you kept. 

We’re so closely linked it’s hard to default. 

Casting a spell you poisoned; I was swept, 

Your magic undid me, your mystic chase, 

When I’m without you, life feels bereft. 

I did not know how long our lives would each grace —

The others life with fun, forgiveness, trust, 

A connection that binds us, incases. 

Clumsiness and emptiness touched —

Our lives; we’re still intimately linked. 

Chains who will not separate with distrust. 

Didn’t know we’d become indelible ink, 

Lives intangled, passionate natures. 

Time ticks by, let our magic continue linked. 

We’re the one, the other wants sated. 

Your arms keep me safe, and hold me so close, 

Let’s remain woven through magic correct, 

Our relationship solid, causes chosen 

To live, to be us, what God has transposed 

I casted a spell not knowing what resulted, 

Whatever the time or secrets you kept. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 


Tale Weavers: Fiction – A Bit of PDA #amwriting #fiction #taleweavers


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting last week’s Tale Weaver prompt which is a story about why touch is important. 

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I didn’t understand it, we’d been dating a year and Raph never touched me in public. He didn’t mind when I rubbed his back in the mall or if I made the effort to lace my fingers through his. When I first pecked him on the cheek in public he blushed bright red. 

I asked him one day why he didn’t touch me in public. In private he couldn’t keep his hands off me. He didn’t mind cuddling at home and he often tangled his hand in my hair or massaged the back of my neck while we watched TV. I adored these touches but didn’t understand why he was afraid to initiate small bits of PDA. 

I explained to Raph how it was important to me because it made me feel like I was his, that he loved me, and didn’t care what anyone else thought of us. He was angry at first and confused, but the next day as we grocery shopped he linked his pinky through mine while we waited to pay. 

Two days later he casually put his arm around my shoulders at his friend’s house. I snuggled into him kissing him when his buddy went to grab more beer. I linked my pinky with his and smiling, Raph returned the kiss as his friend walked into the living room. I was thrilled Raph understood how much these small touches meant to me. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.