Clouds and Jellyfish (FFM Day 4) by WishingUnderThatStar, literature
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Clouds and Jellyfish (FFM Day 4)
Harvesting cloud crystals was a perilous job. It involved dodging lightening storms, evading pirates and encountering hostile locals. Crews often spent days, sometimes even weeks, in the sky combing the clouds for crystals.
Kale was swabbing the deck until Wart, who was stationed at the crow's nest, cried, “A swarm is coming our way, starboard side!”
The crew froze. It was unusual to come across jellyfish in the sky, especially in these parts. The captain closed his eyes and listened. He grunted. “Sounds like a bunch of gabbing old lady jellyfish. Bring in our nets! Stop the engine and drop anchor. I’m not
Dance with Death by WishingUnderThatStar, literature
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Dance with Death
Wrapped in malevolent shadows, the church only granted entrance to those with an invitation.
Sitting in the pews, eagerly awaiting his arrival, she played with the hem of her black dress. Cold air met the back of her neck. She shivered, wrapping her arms around her body. She was becoming susceptible to the cold. Only the old or the dying felt frost's embrace, and she refused to be either.
Tashlir would arrive soon. She'd stayed in this little village longer than expected. It was custom to breeze through towns and villages but it had been three weeks since she arrived. It was a fortnight since they argued.
After making his ac
The Umbrella Tree (FFM Day 7) by WishingUnderThatStar, literature
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The Umbrella Tree (FFM Day 7)
Elina had not expected it to rain glitter. She distinctly remembered this early morning’s outcome on the weather slot machine: warm sunshine. It had been the same outcome for the last five weeks. The world didn’t run on the unexpected. Everything was meticulously planned, right down to the last mini-second.
For the world to suddenly change unsettling. There was no room for change or individuality. Decided upon by the people in the Main Building, everything had been allocated a colour. Those working in public service and medicine wore white, industrial workers wore brown, politicians or those who have a placement at the Ma
The summer fruit of her kiss,
blossoms into soft red petals
and deepens the kiss with her thorns.
I prick my tongue and bleed,
showing my devotion to her.
The ripened berries burst,
rouge and orange mingling onto the pallet.
It burns like acid,
fighting for survival.
Those passionate deep lips,
fall and freeze over my skin.
She loses the spring in her step,
and her green fingers hesitates to touch soil.
Back to hibernation,
where her dreams reflect reality.
Time turns back momentarily
and the cycle begins, bringing a new year.
Peacock dresses by WishingUnderThatStar, literature
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Peacock dresses
Peacock dresses swirl with shades of the night,
Contrasting against the sea of smiles.
The wheel of the ladder is the hardest thing to grasp
With the coolness of another's hands.
Golden wheat to cherry pink,
Emerald green to rippled blues
Swarms of buzzing hues.
Wisps of smoke float past me, leaving me in the corner. Alone.
By a flick of a paintbrush, a stranger of purple appears.
He bows and takes my hand, merging our two colours on the canvas.
The Royal begins to take the lead, caressing me and
Simply increasing our territory.
And as we grow old together, the foundation fills with splatters
Like a range of berries bursting and
Dreams of a Pirate by WishingUnderThatStar, literature
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Dreams of a Pirate
Dream, little pirate.
Dragging the past in silence,
Chasing a lost childhood.
Stranded on your ship,
Without a crew.
From the shore, caught somewhere in time,
Solace seeks a dying man.
Your last words,
Caught in a scream in the wind.
Juggling Umbrellas by WishingUnderThatStar, literature
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Juggling Umbrellas
Juggling umbrellas
into the streaked sky;
canopies of tangerine,
orchid white and sapphire.
Twirling handles
with broken frames.
Into the streaked sky,
I'm juggling umbrellas.
Citron Sunrise by WishingUnderThatStar, literature
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Citron Sunrise
Dimples accompany her smile,
like children opening their first birthday present
or wise women reminiscing.
Morning fog, sighing over the hills,
calling a lost friend.
Soft, unrelenting voice,
tart like lemon cheesecake,
softened by cream ravines
and crumbling mountains.
Canary wings in flight,
yellow haze seducing fireflies,
taking us away to
beginning and end.
Indigo
acrylics, oozing glossy
paint like ink blots on manilla envelopes.
Sound of Aesop's fables running
wild in children's imaginations
A pianist, playing notes that
fall sweet on the tongue,
like pancakes laden with sugar
Accompanied with a glass of
Frosted snowflakes.
Silky memories like a
Delicate pashmina
A cloudy froth, like
dreams riding waves.
Paper Parasols by WishingUnderThatStar, literature
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Paper Parasols
walking the red arch bridge in
a green mandarin gown,
cherry blossoms fall
in your wake
looking above, your
sky blue paper parasol
tips
the breeze carries you
to join the Chinese
flying lanterns