Parted Lover - A Poem

Parted Lover

Now that I am gone, will you still hear
my voice, as it slowly fades from this
world to another?
Will you remember the embrace we shared
on the carpet of flowers, at the edge of hill?
The sun-birds darting in and out, fast
before the rain comes, and our life ends.

     Oh Love -

can you hear my whisper, slow and steady,
my words reaching for you as my lips had once done
while you watch, as they lower my body below.


© Claudia Blanton 2013

Express Yourself - Favorite Halloween Costume

This weeks writing prompt is "What is your favorite Halloween costume ever (yes, you've had to worn it)?

 I grew up in Germany, during which time Halloween was not a popular holiday, and pretty much no one would dress up. We celebrated - or better said acknowledged - November 1st, honoring those whom passed before us, but we did not dress up, which in that context would have also not been appropriate.

We had another opportunity for that. In February Carnival was (and still is) a big thing, with children's parties organized by the different clubs in many cities. During this time we would dress up, similar to what is done during Halloween. There my favorite costume ever was a pretty colonial style dress - think Gone with the Wind, the children's version. It was maroon, and made me feel like a princess, even if I did not win any prizes for best costume. Best costume price usually went to someone who spend a fortune on it, and my Dad would have never allowed that. Not that he couldn't, he would have considered it a waste. But still, I loved the dress. And for a kid with low self-esteem, it was a pretty cool deal.

Have a wonderful day everyone!

A Flash Fiction - Art

Art

“I don't think her head should be able to be in this position.”
With a swift and graceful motion, the older woman turned toward her daughter, and was instantly overwhelmed by the beauty standing in front of her. No matter how many times she looked at the 12 year old, she was never less amazed that there was something so magnificent in her life. Even though she was wearing a white painters coat, while paint dripped from her palette onto her  growing toes, coloring them sky blue.
“Dear, in art nothing is limited by the restrain, that life carries with it.”
Her daughter nodded, her eyes fixated on the project her mother was working on.
Dee smiled at her love child, then turned her attention back onto her own work.

“How is your project evolving?”
“Beautifully blue. I think that is what I will call it, Mom, beautifully blue.”
“Very poetic.”

For a minutes, both women turned silent fixating on each of their work, motioning with strong strokes, bold movements and grand positioning. As always when they worked together, creativity filled the room with such powerful energy, that it was almost visible.

And then it was. Manifesting itself in the creations they shared.
Dee smiled again and stepped back, making sure she could see now both pieces from her vantage point, the largeness of the room allowing her to do that with ease.

She was pleased, very pleased indeed.

Poised onto the large canvases in front of them where the positioned body of a young, naked and very dead  woman, and her now, equally dead and very blue dog.

“Mom, when can we go hunting again, for our next project?”
The mother's smiled deepened, sharpened with an edge of pride as she looked upon her child.
“Soon, my dearest, soon. I promise, soon. “

Celebrate The Small Things

Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues,

but the parent of all the others

Marcus Tullius Cicero

Well I am a little late with the weekly celebrate the small things post. Better late then never, right?

This week I am grateful:
that we are able to buy my daughter a new computer, now that her older one broke.
having friends in the right places
a positive attitude
the fact that this was again a very productive week
quiet time in the mornings


What are you celebrating this week?

Blessings to you!

Claudia

Friday Flash Short Horror Story - I Begged You

I begged you to stay with me.
I pleaded, promised, swore to give you everything you wanted.
I was at my best, not that I am not mostly my best, but I went further in my request for you to stay with me. I did everything I could think of, even some things I could not think of on my own.
On my quest to convince you, I went on the internet, borrowed relationship books from the library, spoke with family and friends.
I took their advice, I applied it.
I worshiped your every step.
I begged you to stay with me.

Your response what not what I expected.

But I am sure you did not expect how I would handle it.
I am sure of that, I made sure of that.
You see, I have never allowed you to see what I am capable off, not wanting to scare you and all. Oh, I did scare you a  little before, but just a little. I did let you see me follow you, send you flowers in places you did not think I knew you went to.
That was the fun little scare.
An exiting scare.
Foreplay.

Still, you did not know what I could do to you.
Because you also did not know one of the most important things about me.
 No one tells me no.
No one does, not even you.
 It does not matter how much you begged me at the end, because I know another secret, that you had to learn the hard way.

If I can't have you, no one can.



© Claudia Blanton 2013

Express Yourself! Favorite Books

This weeks "Express Yourself" Challenge is to write the 1st liners of  books we really enjoy. As a book lover (I better be as I am claiming for myself the label "Author") , and a part of a family of book lovers, it was not so easy to choose which ones I was going to post about. I did narrow it down a little - just to keep this list from going out of hand.

Here we go!

In the first few minutes of Catherine Talbert's escape, she did her very best to be as quiet as possible. She thought he was gone, but she wasn't at all certain of that, and in her terror she just wanted to run.

Okay, that is two sentences - but once I read those two sentences, I wanted more - and my obsession with Kay Hooper's books was a given. The above line is the opening of the first chapter of her book "Haven" and is a part of a series of books, second one to be released in November - I can hardly wait!

It crawled along the air that hung heavy as wet wool over the glade.

Nora Roberts - Blood Brothers. A lot darker then I expected from a woman who is famous for writing romance novels - and I am not a fan of that genre. I was as in my late teens. Now I am more of a dark fantasy kind of gal.

Okay last one:

As I have seen the world through Witch's eyes, I have been fortunate enough to live each moment of my life with the knowledge and deep feeling that the globe I walk upon feels my step, hears my voice and answers in return.

This one is from a non-fiction book called "Celebrate The Earth" by Laurie Cabot.

This was a fun little post to write, now it is your turn. What are your favorite first lines in books?

Blessings to You!


P.S. I will participate this year in the "Broomsticks On The Bayoo" Halloween Blog Party, and you are invited!

Poem - I Still Fly

I Still Fly


The scars
You left
Behind
Remind me
That I am
Stronger
Then you ever
Thought
Possible
Moving forward
Despite
All of your
Attempts
To clip
These
wings
    I
      Still
            Fly


© Claudia H. Blanton 2013