Writing Prompt: Poem – Quadrille – “A Reoccuring Dream” #amwriting #poetry 


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting last weekend’s writing prompt. From the choices of titles I have chosen a reaccuring dream. As well as the terms orchid, silk tearing, and inscrutable. I’m writing a poem so no names needed. 
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Credit: Katrina Plotnikova

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Every night,

Moon haunts and chills. 

Distant bleak dawn, 

Somehow farther away. 

Inscrutable world, 

Blackness vile trees;

Reaching gnarled hands, 

Enrapture me. 

Orchid without sun, 

Wilting in black void; 

Water suctioned, 

Stolen by the nymphs. 

Embraced in their disease, 

My fragile friends. 

Nestled in roots, 

Silk screaming torn

Each night, 

Deathly mythology, 

Reoccuring dream. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

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Echos of My Neighbourhood: Snow and Orchids


 

Front Land Winter by Amanda Eifert

Where I live, snow and cold is to be expected about eight months of the year. We have had an unusually warm Fall and Winter this year in Edmonton, Alberta. January is midway through and we only received our first -20 degrees Celsius last week. It feels cold at first when you’re not used to the cold but after a few days out -20 degrees Celsius doesn’t seem horrible. 

It’s February I’m worried about. We usually get atleast a few days of -30 degree Celsius weather and we haven’t yet. Not to mention, the snow so far has all been light and fluffy. You can see in the picture how it only sits on the trees without weighing then down. Heavy snow will arrive too making it difficult to shovel walks and driveways. Also, it makes driving more difficult. But right now I’m happy with the beautiful snow we have and how bright it is with the sun reflecting off the snow.
 

Orchid by Amanda. Eifert

I have mixed feelings about how this particular plant. I like it because it it is a beautiful orchid. It is a living plant growing despite Winter outside. This is the second time it has bloomed. My mixed feelings come in because I received the orchid from my ex this summer in hospital. It was a thoughtful gift from my boyfriend at the time. I said I’d never been given any flowers so he bought me this orchid. But he is my ex so I have to consciously tell myself I cannot throw the pretty plant out into the cold to die. He keeps texting me, wanting to get back together. I wish he’d stop. I try to tell him, I’ve moved on but he doesn’t understand that. So, yes I definitely have confused feelings about this orchid.

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Thanks to Jacqueline from A Cooking Pot and Twisted Tales for hosting Echos of My Neighbourhood. 
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Literary Lion: The Orchid


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He gave it to her the day they first met. A beautiful and lush purple orchid laying in sugar-water. Eve didn’t know who he was then only that she was going to be forced to marry him when she became of age. She was only thirteen and he must have been twenty when they first met. How could he even think Eve was attractive? Eve thought it a bit dirty, but her parents didn’t say much just that the age difference wouldn’t be so much when she was old enough to be wed.

” Why do I have to marry him?” she asked her mother.

“Because” Eve’s mother Blair said ” he has a lot of money, something we don’t. We maybe aristocracy, Eve, but our fortunes run dry. He is a self-made American who owns much land and business. He will take care of us all, but especially you. He asked to be betrothed to you himself, after all the other girls he could have had that are his age. Don’t you think he’s handsome?” Blair asked her daughter.

” Well yes, I think he is handsome. and well-built, but he’s just so old Mom.”

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Seven years later at age twenty-one the wedding took place. Eve looked at herself in the mirror wearing a beautiful lace wedding gown with an extremely long elegant train. She also had the flower her fiancé had given her when she was only twelve, it still lived and looked everyday the same, healthy and full of vitality. Eve had grown into a beautiful women with long wavy blond hair and greenish-blue eyes. She was lovely and curvy and she saw the way her fiancé Jonathan looked at her. They had become friends and strangely enough that had led to a deeper connection between them. Something Jonathan had said he knew there would be even when she was a preteen.

So, they married and had a family and many years together. All those years the orchid continued to bloom in its little round bowl. It wasn’t until Jonathan and Eve were well aged and having great-grand children that the orchid began to fade. Slowly, and strangely so did Eve and Jonathan’s health, until one day, they didn’t get up in the morning.

Eve’s maid found the elderly couple asleep in their bed holding hands. She looked at the bowl that held the orchid her former lady had loved or what was left of it. The orchid that had always bloomed now crumbled until all that remained was the dust of the flower floating in the water.

Word Count: 430 words

Thanks to I Smith Words for hosting and giving the prompt flower.