poetry · Writing

Eres Una Buena Chica

Art by Kevin

Prompt response to Kevin’s No Theme Thursday challenge – 2/1/24

Valentina

walks

The deserted town

There’s no one here

There’s no one around

The cobblestones cool

And dewy

under her feet

She works

As a barmaid

in this town

In the north of Spain

On the Bay of Biscay

Her eyes

The color of brandy

Make every man fall in love

There’s a man

A seafaring type

Of impressive height

He has long black hair

With eyes

the color of jade

He tells all

Of his adventures at sea

While Valentina listens

Attentively

Her hand

Reaches to her neck

For the locket

He gave her

When they met

But it’s gone

It’s truly gone

The panic then sets in

The locket

Was of the finest silver

It bore the name

Of the seafaring man she loved

Valentina

Looks to the port

With an expression of hope

That he will soon return

The church bells ring

As the ships pull in

Valentina

Sees him there

Her heart beats faster

On the cobblestone hill

As he walks up to her and says

Valentina

I’m leaving the sea

You are my life, my lover, my lady

You belong with me

Valentina

Pauses to consider

Could this really be?

And then she says

Joaquin

You’re a fine man

The best in the land

You are my life, my lover, my pirate

You belong with me

Inspired by: Brandy (You’re A Fine Girl)

Songwriters: Elliot Lurie

Brandy (You’re a Fine Girl) lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc

daily prompt · poetry

Deep Waters

What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?

I hold the memories

In places I don’t remember

Mom saved me

When dad almost lost me

At the bottom of the pool

She couldn’t swim

Her fear of water

Overruled

To save her child

I told you to watch her

why didn’t you watch her?

I hold the memories

In places I can’t forget

Watch me, daddy

Gentle waves

Sturdy raft

Rip current

Spinning

Spinning

Spinning

Eyes open

No sound

Calm

I’m going to die today

I’m only seven

Nobody sees me

The ocean decides

Salt water in lungs

Breathing air now

Where were you?

Where is your raft?

You didn’t watch me, daddy

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Grief · poetry

Mittens

I’ve been outside three times today

Clearing off the car

Shoveling the driveway

Putting down the salt

I’ve used up all my gloves

I don’t like mittens

My hands get cold

They’re all that’s left in the closet

The only thing that is dry

I told the closet I miss my mother

This, the first big snow

Without you

As I mindlessly grabbed your mittens

I wiggled my fingers in

These were your favorite pair

I felt the outlines of your hands

They had worn down the fleece

I can feel where you touched

the ghost shape of your fingers

Different from mine

But still half of me

I miss my mother

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