Bloody minded memories, paper-plate faces                                  follow me.I paint on features - creatures of my creation. Red dead lips that kiss, and tickle my                  S                  t                  e                  m

Image by Larisa Koshkina from PixabayWeeds tickle the verge of a well-worn trail, like a broken drystone wall and the dereliction between us. In my mind brilliance still shines in your eyes, the path opens up. As devil's club chokes the woods we wandered and groves we tended, foxgloves line roads through the forest. I forage as months tick to years, find solice in the forest of ideas.

Photo by Facundo Aranda on UnsplashI awake, like half-baked clay, an amorphous mass blasted in the furnace of my dreams.I awake, thoughts stalk me. The memory of your face aborts the tears from my eyes.I awake from meandering melancholic sickly honey-scented meadows. Dream flowers waving, cascading rivulets of fire.

Image by Alan Frijns from PixabayAll the way back in 2023 I joined a challenge by @snook called Create the Scene | It's Not a Contest! where she challenged the community to write a scene and publish the first draft along with a final draft with any subsequent changes.

Image by MythologyArt from PixabayAll the way back in 2023 I joined a challenge by @snook called Create the Scene | It's Not a Contest! where she challenged the community to write a scene and publish the first draft along with a final draft with any subsequent changes.

This is a cross post of @raj808/in-eternal-flight-part-one-the-elven-queen by @raj808.Part one of my new fantasy short story - In Eternal Flight.