I hope you are well; staying safe and healthy.
Catch up on this week’s pieces for the theme ‘Illusion’:
This week’s prompt was ‘phantom’ and responses were posted across WordPress and Instagram, here are the top three:
A list of sordid memories – I. D. Bora (@mymusings.2018 on Instagram)
- of my pleated skirt and dried rusty brown patches on it. like maps in an atlas. the horror that followed amongst my batchmates as they giggled. ‘oh! that girl’
- a hound whose shadowy presence and untamed eyes trailed my footsteps.
- that phantom being who i thought could trust. who played piano in the dark. whose fingers so dextrous over the keys. found their way to my thighs then to my knees as my voice choked behind the strains of March.
- the grass that wasn’t greener on the other side but all the more pale.
none knows of my list
of sordid memories.
Orpheus’ Lament – Raiza Hasmath (@wildflower_wordings on Instagram)
The strings in my golden lyre
bewails nostalgic notes in groves
My sleepless nights nudges me
of feckless elegiac years ahead
My ribcage is now jejune
robbed of your secretive smiles
Oh, what more peril could’ve
I brought upon myself?
Before the memorial photograph
of your image in white veils and
The gold within our wedding bands
could tarnish away in my eye’s brine
Your divine face vanished into thin air
to the promised isles of the perished
Oh, my beloved! I shan’t let death
part us despite world’s out of order
My grieving melodies moved
every being beyond the Styx
No adulation shall beguile Hades
albeit my idyllic love softened his heart
His kindness shone towards land’s light
but, I had reversed to infernal gloom
All my sedulous endeavours foundered
in despair, wasting my spirits
Melancholic desperation waited not
to look into thy delicate irises
The pure visage did last long
in the blink of a sorrowful eye
Presented in front of me was
your flickering esthetical phantom
Preparing to descend to the shallows
as an illusion of hopeless revival
How shall I live forever
if I never see you again?
Let my effete cadaver burn in
the pyre under the Mount Olympus
And my gilded lyre be placed
among the heavenly stars
Let Apollo sing my unfortunate
love’s mournful tunes in luminance
Nightingales and nymphs shall
weep my end’s bittersweets.
My Eurydice, I shall meet you on the
other side in the fields of the Blessed.