Bottle

12th March 2020

A challenge:    to write a piece - prose or poetry in exactly 65 words . Prompt - Bottle

Bottle

Soft light throws shadows

on two flushed  faces,

blue eyes meet,

hold their story,

hum of other diners

dim, 

there is,

only this moment.

He, takes champagne,

the Bollinger,

from the ice bucket,

pours two goblets,

hands one to her.

Gently,

touch, tinkle together,

her smile warm,

complexion aglow.

He draws near,

"will you marry me?"

She nods her head,

"Of course," she says

,

A poem ...Getting Through

Getting Through

You pick your way through dim shadows,

tangled vessels

Stumble over piles of debris- black bags-

Each new layer crushing, compounding,

throbbing temple

Hiding sadness in cold, confused chaos

don’t think...

Step between battered suitcases

Hinting of pain, past places- grey

 forget...

With lonely lethargy you upturn photos,

 lost in dust

Try to give some sense, some connection-

dismiss...

brown,  muddy,  fuzz.

What?  How?  Why?

air heavy, hot, oppressive

 think...

 hands shake, you pull back the curtain, fold by fold

 remember...

 light with rainbow rays fills the room

Reveals treasure - long forgotten,

 you push the window

Open.

You,  are still –

accept...

A robin sings – you see him, red breasted, puffed,

Sitting on a branch .

You drink green dawn, deep into purple lungs

A breeze - soft, silent -sweeps away cobwebs.

You’re here...

Lifting your head skywards

You watch a plane unzip the blue.