A morning moment


(100 word flash fiction)

She is standing by the stove when he enters the kitchen still half in the arms of sleep.

She turns towards him and motions towards the table. “How about a quickie?” Her smile is as delicious as chocolate on a warm tongue.

He isn’t sure when Morpheus flees. All he is delightfully aware of is that Aphrodite has engulfed them in her foamy, liquid arms.

He gives his best and when it is over, looks at her with pleasure. “What was that about?” He asks in wonder.

“Oh!” she says, nonchalantly rolling off the table. “The egg timer is broken.”


P.S. According to Hesiod‘s Theogony, she was born when Cronus cut off Uranus‘s genitals and threw them into the sea, and she arose from the sea foam (aphros) interpreting the name as “risen from the foam”. (Source : Wikipedia)

Entry for Friday Fictioneers the awesome flash fiction blog run by Rochelle for the following photo prompt.

Kitche picture prompt


Ode to a birdcall

A single call it was –
four fluid notes falling
lucid and luminous
into the silence of the valley.

Maybe the bird was declaring
the departure of daylight now
crowning the edges of leaves
in brilliant swansong.

Or maybe it was light itself
tinkling out a farewell,
a limpid promise of returning
on the wings of dawn.

The silence was somehow sweeter
as though the call after falling
had burst into a million pieces
of joy. And spread across the valley.

Into which sparrows had chirped
and other birds chattered and
the winds that chased each other
had seemed somewhat raucous.

Alas! The bird had flown,
to fill some other valley
with its luminous song.
Or just that light had died.

But even though the night
had crept up sombre with
its shroud of darkness and
promise of shady secrets,

I sat wrapt in rapture, lit
with joy, changed forever by
the touch of a beauty so
ephemeral, yet eternal.




For dVerse Poets Pub Microworld Poetry


Luscious with light – haiku

Sagittarius moon
full, pregnant, luscious with light
new beginnings


The moon laughing steals
my sleep. I give in gladly
to grand thievery


Visions meld with
poems written by moonlight
on naked skin


imagine being
moon-soaked / dream-drenched / ethereal


The moon does not know
it has entangled my soul
in webs of delight


I come undone
and then all of me is gone
only light is left


For the Tuesday Platform at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads