Month: August 2019

Literary Yard – published three of my poems

I am delighted to share that the Literary Yard has published three of my poems. End, Small and Transference. I am very honored.

You can check them out here on their site.

Thank you to The Literary Yard for always encouraging us to push ourselves and write better poetry. Thanks to all of you too who read my poems regularly and share your lovely comments. It is appreciated more than you can imagine.

Fooled

Fooled

Like a pebble
Dropping in the lake
Creating never ending circles
as does your love
Wrapping around me
Drawing me back
Into the zone of danger
 
It was as if written
we belonged together
But when one agenda
differs from the other 
Holding in hostage 
Then that isn’t love 
It is you, a stranger

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Zone - WotD

Pebble - RDP

Written - FOWC

Image by Rondell Melling from Pixabay 

Full Circle – Flash Fiction

Full Circle

She was unaware of what she was dealing with when he unceremoniously dumped her.  They had fought the night before but she thought he would get over it.

He ignored her calls. Instead sending vile texts of hate and implying she needed psychiatric help.  She didn’t understand him.  It was hurtful and cruel.

She moved on without him but would occasionally receive message with random, rude comments aimed to wound her heart.

One day he reached out and all the hurt was forgotten and they reunited.  Happier and in a better place, they eventually married.

Yet four years to that day, he demanded a divorce and again kicked her to the curb.  

Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me.

Looking in the mirror she said to herself, ‘One day you will love again the stranger who was your self’

Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Kim from Writing in North Norfolk is hosting D’Verse Poets tonight and has prompted us wirth another Prosery (Flash Fiction) continuing exactly 144 words which must include the words ‘You will love again the stranger who was your self’ from a poem by Derek Walcott.

After the Love Has Gone

After the Love Has Gone

After the love has gone
and the hierarchy shifts
There is always a winner
and of course, a loser
and the taking back of gifts
 
Who will be my advocate
in this frazzled, ugly mess
Serenity long gone
just hurt and anger remain
and you couldn’t care less

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Hierarchy - WotD

Serene - RDP

Advocate - FOWC
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