prompt – mhughes poetry

descriptors didn't enamor her 
so why was she enchanted by 
this charlatan's words. 
for a brief second: he was the guy 
The mojo this charlatan possessed
often left her feeling blessed
Aw sweetie, anything for you
she would reply
with a coy sparkle in her eye
and a spring in her step 
magical moments that lasted seconds 
before he became a bore 
and spoke out of hand 
causing her to fall back to earth. 
Oh, he could’ve been the guy… 
but remember 
she wasn't enamored by descriptors
zaftig? really?
Is that what you see?
In her body dysmorphic mind
she was unable to embrace her curves  
and could only equate that word 
with the worst 
She missed the body she used to know
The body she had 
before age come and took hold

wod 10/18

85 degrees in February!
Oh LA and your endless summers.
Barely any need for sweaters,
only in December.
I look up
only to have those blues skies remind me
that I need to acquire an awning.
It has been a couple of years
the Santa Anas have taken their toll,
the current tarps had to go.
After next week's paycheck,
must make a trip to Home Depot,
then look for a reliable friend,
before those wicked winds come back again.
I had someone in mind,
our interactions have so far
been founded on trust,
but maybe he's not up to the task.
We'll see, I’ve yet to ask.

Oh my god she gasped silently. What did he do, now? She shrunk back into her shell and turned away. If she doesn’t see it, or acknowledge his actions with a reaction… did it happen? Deep inside she was touched, it wasn’t exactly a declaration of love, far from it, but she giggled as if it was. I mean the respect was reciprocal, but this spectacle he made of himself had little to do with her and more with the frustration so many others had. We were trapped without a visible way out. Sometimes one had to shout, get loud then do somersaults to explain the rationale. However explanations weren’t on his mind this time.

A noise behind the closed door startled his senses, with a jolt he shot up like a bolt. It was a crash bang clang, a signal that a new disturbance had entered the atmosphere He was tempted to call out "Hello, who's there?" but then he had a flashback to the last time he asked that and blindly opened the door, the last time he attempted to investigate and his world imploded and he crashed through the crack in the cryosphere and found himself here. Inside a dark cell dedicated to his devotions, a place to play out his premonitions undaunted, untethered by outside criticisms. He was not prepared nor ready for this intrusion on his solitude.

confused by the term,
she thought hard,
you could see it reflected in her expression,
the furrowed brow and pursed lips
in deep contemplation
‘2 versts and you'll be there.’
Where? What? 2 verses?
She misunderstood, but still tried
to find the lines that could get her
to the destination she wanted to find
"Go 2 versts! 10 blocks that way,
a mile past the Jack in the box.”
Oh God, was he putting her on.
This is a bogus explanation,
she only asked for directions,
not a language lesson
She wished she could look it up
but alas, an anomaly, her phone was dead.
Damn it why did she bother to get out of bed.

Tag: prompt

zaftig, charlatan, mojo

reprobate, acquire, awning

reciprocal, somersault rationale

devotion, daunt, cryosphere

bogus, anomaly, verst