Spring lingers to come. Though the tiny green leaves don’t care about the chilling North winds, I can’t sense that invigorating scent of Spring in the air anymore.
Nature moves onward, each step marked patiently with fresh grass and newborn leaves, with budding daffodils and tiny wildflowers. With long sunny hours late in the afternoon.
“Soon,” the Spring whispers, “soon the winds will change, the Southern breeze will carry summer on its wings.”
Listen! The birds sing patiently, because they know the promise of Spring. The cold breath of Winter may linger, but it will never win.
Hope blooms like a silly little Springtime flower. No matter how harsh the winds of self-doubt blow, there’s always hope.
Now for some flash fiction and poetry I’ve written over the week.
I want to go home
I want go back to the land that whispers with the sound of the wind in my ears, where golden fields sway to the rhythm of my heartbeat. I want to breathe in the air of loneliness. To cry with the pines, on the shores of strange seas. I want to wander into dark woods, where the warm fir scent embraces me, keeps me safe from the monsters yet unwritten. I want to go home, a place so close, yet so far. Somewhere I’ve never set foot and never will, a world deep within.
Invitation
“So… um… I’ve noticed you around. No, not noticed. I actually couldn’t take my eyes off you, when I first saw your face and hair, it’s like you were glowing… I… sound like such an idiot… and… um… I was wondering if you’d come to the Dance with me? I mean, it’s okay if you don’t…”
He exhaled a nervous breath. The silence lingered. He shook his head at his own reflection.
“She’ll never say yes,” he said looking into the mirror.
Surrender. (Underneath the Old Tree). (A horror poem! Beware!)
Surrender, my lovely,
Surrender to to me;
I’m no stranger to
Apathy. Lay down
Underneath the old tree,
Sweet hours of
Deadly letargy
Will bind your memory.
Forget yourself!
Remember me?
I’m that quiet boy.
You lived next to me.
We used to play as kids
Underneath this tree.
When we got older
You kissed me softly.
You said, you loved me.
You cheated on me
Underneath the old tree.
You moved to the city.
Forgot about me.
I will refresh your memory;
You said we grew apart,
You pitied me
Right from the start.
You said it wasn’t love.
Just sympathy.
You’ll have to reconsider,
My lovely! Surrender
To me! One last kiss
Underneath the tree
Is all I need. The hours
Will bleed their tired minutes
As we lay, you and me,
Underneath the old tree.
May death cover us softly
With its grass-green sheet.
Underneath the old tree
Our grave will forever be.
The Beach
I could write a thousand words about the place where I feel as tiny as a sand grain, yet as grand as a stormy wave. The beach is my childhood playground. The edge of the world. The place that saw my years roll like waves, on and on. The scent of my lover’s tanned skin. The gentle touch of his hands merging with the waves. I will always remember the soft sand beneath my feet, and the salty sea water will always run through my veins.
The sea in me
I loved the sea
Endlessly,
But when you
Whispered,
“Come with me!”
I surrendered.
I followed
Your lead.
I knew the sea
Lives in me.
Its salty water
Pours from
My eyes.
Every time
I cry.
Its waves
Move within me
Each time
I breathe.
What more
prove can
There be,
For the sea
In me?
Some micro news about the upcoming week:
On Monday, April 22, I’ll share another chapter of my urban fantasy serial Cirque du Macabre 2: Cabaret Sauvage.
On Wednesday, April 24, I’m sharing chapter 5 of my epic dark romantic fantasy The Heiress of the Lake.
Thursday is the day for Romance on Substack. On April 25 I’m sharing Thorny Thursday, a compilation of romance and love-themed writing by Substack authors. Also I’ll be sharing part 3 of my contemporary romance The Tears of a Tulip.
On Sundays I usually share this… newsletter or call it what you will, containing my thoughts and short-form work I’ve written over the week.
A quick reminder - most of my writing, may it be serials, short stories or poetry are free to read on my Substack. So, you can tune in anytime and check (or binge!) it out.
Thank you for reading my work! Thank you for subscribing (I’m incredibly happy for the 202 of you!)!
Love, 🩶
Kathrine
She might say yes. He'll never know unless he tries.
Hoping those 202 will grow and blossom like young flowers in Spring 💙🙏💫🌷