Day three of the Blogging U. poetry class features skintastic prose poetry. Prose poetry is an oxymoron if ever I heard one, but since I’m game to try anything, here goes nothing…
His skin was velvet beneath my fingers, and radiant. Smooth as silk, warm as fleece, he was the sun to my moon, and I loved him. I loved him. Delicate lines gathered near his eyes, marking the edges of his smile. My fingers danced over them, tracing memories. He laughed, and I loved him. I loved him.
But then winter came, and clouds filled his eyes. The warmth fled from him like an insect flees light. The smiles of old vanished like thieves in the night, but still I loved him. I loved him. His skin was leather beneath my fingers, and stained sickly gold. Wrinkled and rough, no longer himself, he lay there cold as the winter snow, and I loved him.
I love him. And I always will.
So what do you think? I know it’s a bit light on the skin part, but I kind of like it. I took two images of skin and tried to blend them into a story (because I love poetry that tells a story). Does it work for you? How would you handle this challenge? Tell me in the comments, and have a great day!
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