September Flash A Day: Day 11....THE TOUCH

©David Vale

THE TOUCH

Cool silent rippling trickle

fingers meander and sway

dangle overboard with eyes

closed dreaming of

distant days of echoing memories

arches cast shadow from

the golden orb that

warm a dream language

defined by cupids

letters I memorized

beneath the bridge I

wished away at the touch

of your hand in mine

©Mills Laine

September Flash A Day: Day 10...FOR THE ATTENTION OF...

© Cassie Tillett

FAO.

13 September 2013

Miss Johnson

I know putting you on the window display rota in only your second week of working for Kimonos-R-Us, may have seemed a little ambitious. This decision was based on your extensive references in this department from some of the top named retail outlets from around the world.  It has come to my attention that on the morning of September 10th not only had you placed yourself within the display but also you were completely naked. Your supervisor June has indicated to me that you had applied to go on the television show ‘How to Look Good Naked’. I myself have not seen the show but my wife assures me it is a brave thing for you to have done, for this I congratulate you.

However, following this morning’s visit from the local constabulary and being issued with a large fine for indecent exposure.  I am afraid you’re fired!!

Yours

Mr Jones

(Owner & Manager) 

©Mills Laine

September Flash A Day: Day 9: EDIBLE MEMORY

© Cassie Tillett

EDIBLE MEMORY

Cupcakes on an open stand      

creamy frosting

sponge a crumbling 

creative decorations

they’re resting on my special plate

lips smacking

flavour longing

lasting memories

now sitting in my fulfilled belly

gone but not forgotten

©Mills Laine

September Flash A Day: Day 8: IDENTITY CRISIS

© Cassie Tillett

IDENTITY CRISIS

A saxophone sounded

is brass

not brass

the metal I'm made

of played with

a reed

a woodwind

didgeridoo bellows

is wood really

brass in season

when lips force

a rasp unseen

on the bandstand

©Mills Laine

September Flash A Day: Day 7: INVISIBLE

© David Vale

INVISIBLE

They do not see me
blurred figures
in my eye standing drowning
in the rain
still they do not see me
huddled together in
the face of the night
chilled multi-colour fill
the scene with golden warmth
but still they do not see me
souvenirs placed in
lonely companionship
the hard stone razar my
bottomless soles
and still they do not see me
silent screams leave swirling
blended within the
evenings bell-song
a caring comrade rings
the turning of life
yet still they do not see me
rested on cobbles old
rain droplets dilute
crimson ripples dance
in my eye lying dying
only now do they see me

©Mills Laine

September Flash A Day: Day 6: THE TREE

© David Vale

THE TREE

She waits for me warmed
caressed by the sun
in mockled shadows
soft skin rests on
moistened pillows
of velvet moss
closed eyes awaken
long lost memories dancing
with fragrant breaths
of flowers in her hair
time becomes a distant friend familiar
she waits for me there

©Mills Laine

September Flash A Day: Day 5: PAINT

© David Vale

PAINT

Sid arrived earlier for work than normal, the place was silent.  The years of doing the repetitive job had taken its toll. The cracks on the tiled floor mimicked the ones on his face. The paint on the ceiling looked like his sun-weathered arms. Night after night he came to the arcade and set up his tools of the trade. He was a young man when he started here; fresh faced, clean and youthful. These days he felt the years. Walking down the gallery he gazed at the evening stars through the arches. He would miss this place, the peace. He looked at the walls and sighed, it was only yesterday he had made them good as new.  It had been an endless fight to keep the paint fresh. Each time he came, someone else came later. Each time he painted, someone else painted over it. It had been the council who decided the arcade would be closed off to stop the graffiti. Sid would be out of a job, but for tonight  it was safe. He reached down, chose his colour and  in large liquid like motions sprayed 'Sid was here'.

©Mills Laine