They have room, at least just enough to sleep, dine and read. Green is the garden, as the rain falls. They have time: to plan, to work, to love. They have plenty of memories, to edit, reshape, immortalise. They have books, some read, some to read, plenty of them. The furniture may be in pieces, … Continue reading Home #75Words
Weekly Writing Prompt #177 leaf, home, alter, light, front There, she knew well, it was her home, her friends, where she'd met him. Here, was another leaf, both of them now almost past the light, an alter-life she did not understand, even feared a little, however familiar she was with the language, the everyday words. … Continue reading Being there, or here? #fivewords
When they left the S-Bahn station a thin drizzle was falling on the deserted sidewalks of Wedding. It was about 1:30 in the morning, there was hardly any traffic, dawn was still some hours away. They were tired of carrying their luggage: it had been a long journey, all the way from the other … Continue reading “Suspicious, but still benign…”
I leave the lutheran bells ringing clear, behind, the sky a dull lead blanket, but soon I see the green shoots: Nature, the knowing lover, is holding them back, in this chilled Sunday morning, as if to moderate our impatience. She knows how to prolong the foreplay, make us wait, nurse our lust, dream of … Continue reading Afrikanische Straße
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. They surround us, little by little: first on the balcony, an array of dark greens and colourful shoots, but also in the living room - ha what a space for us! - the Peace Lily (Spathiphyllum) and one other (Ficus Ali), all good for the … Continue reading Vegetal #DailyPrompt
Today's Prompt Our place is hard to get to, but so cosy when one gets there! The word "Raum" is just right to qualify the space, the light, the feeling of freedom. And what a view! The tree-lined avenue, the park, the eagle high in the corner house (as a matter of fact, early … Continue reading Base #DailyPost #amwriting
Today's #DailyPost Today a fine rain is settling over the City. Sounds are muted, passersby seek shelter, or hurry to finish their errands. I walk to the store, and as expected, find everything I am looking for. Slowly I am blending in the greyness of this late autumn: looking around, I feel that, step … Continue reading Copycat #DailyPrompt
After ten days in Brexland, now a country of much baffled confusion, but, for us, a land of many friends and memories, we took the road back home. Since September, the trees have changed colour, and a cool East wind blows through the wooded vales, across the lakes and through the busy streets. Berliners know how to … Continue reading Ostwind #Oktober #Berlin
She walks slowly down the wide staircase, the morning sunlight shimmers on the stones of the hall down in front of her. The house is quiet, luminous, the air is cool, a soft light wind comes through the open front door, outside the sky is a deep blue above the hills. She now stands under … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Home
Do not insult Her, for She may not forgive ~ and then we will die in the blackness and silence of space…
She is vast, beautiful like a constellation.
She and I are made up of the same stars.
If you could search her eyes
you would see a whole universe swirling there.
Being a part of her is like riding on a spaceship,
watching as the moon shines like a disco light.
Don’t try to harm her. She’ll become destructive.
Her storms are wild and restless.
Inside she is a fragile chemistry set.
I wish to hug her to me, keep her safe,
but she’s too big to wrap my arms across.
Her seas are endless. She holds life in a pulsating fist.
Her secrets carry on the wind. Her breath is my breath.
©2013 Louise Hastings
A belated Earth Day poem 🙂