Wind, Hair, Waves – Dead Deer

Wind, Hair, Waves

Windswept, circumspect. Dark black,
Coal black, cola black, a long trek,
She crept, she slept, she felt,
So flat, she flopped, whacked.
First fed, next bed, last breath



Today I wrote from 09:55 to 10:05. I was prompted by idea “Swept away with the wind, her hair looked a My other writings here. All my prompted writing here, and my tweets here

Consumed by Fear, he Stood as Still as the Dark Night above Him – Dead Deer

Fear. Fear is still holding on a little, I think.

Shame, shame is still holding back empathy.

Guilt, guilt is a broad step on the road forward.

Release, release is not possible, not in this world.

Dark night, a dark night hovers all around, here the sky is big, and the blackness is heavy. The dark, noiseless, night find even itself oppressive. It presses its weight down on to the day, the shadows stealing what was once light; a brightly coloured joy transformed into a menacing series of greys. A figure waits. A figure waits beside you. Still. No sound. With the blood pounding, your mind racing, you hold yourself. Still. Hold yourself, hold your breath. Do. Not. Breathe. The figure is motionless, yet its very presence is as a looming threat. You cannot, will not move. Not even a sigh. Wait. Wait until that other entity moves on. You are scared. So scared. Lost. So very very lost. The beast, whatever it is, will not steal your last breath. You are determined of that.

As you stand there, without the slightest movement, you are not yet aware that your last breath has already been taken. Hold it just a little longer now……


Today I wrote from 21:32 to 21:42. I was prompted by ideas here. Myy other writings here. All my prompted writing here, and my tweets here

Eager Advancements – Dead Deer

All at once the clock turned,
Hands moving, never flinching,
As if something almost-worked,
Yet oft-times seldom followed
On from the far off ceaseless din.

As thrice-thwarted souls bellowed
Whilst advancing through blasted field,
Blanketed in endless leaves, yellowed.
The eager sun had all a-blinking,
At the fierce uncaring death yield.



Today I wrote from 23:13 to 23:23. I was prompted by ideas here. My other writings here. All my prompted writing here, and my tweets here