Museteasers
Title: Better Days
Prompt: “tragic font”
A/N: 100 words; written for museteasers
The tragic font of unworn years
Rises to spill, a delicate drop.
The meniscus of youth
shines, renewed,
in the darkness of days yet to come.
Hold out your arms and let it swallow you,
that keeper of dreams.
Show me your eyes before you blink.
How bright this new world,
scuttled under lashes in secret.
Memory, deconstructed, can’t tell these days
and you swim to sea, lost in the grandeur
of lovely things.
I wait, but
sometimes the shore slips.
The past hangs low on the horizon
of your vision and I leave you to your
better days,
alone.
Prompt: “tragic font”
A/N: 100 words; written for museteasers
The tragic font of unworn years
Rises to spill, a delicate drop.
The meniscus of youth
shines, renewed,
in the darkness of days yet to come.
Hold out your arms and let it swallow you,
that keeper of dreams.
Show me your eyes before you blink.
How bright this new world,
scuttled under lashes in secret.
Memory, deconstructed, can’t tell these days
and you swim to sea, lost in the grandeur
of lovely things.
I wait, but
sometimes the shore slips.
The past hangs low on the horizon
of your vision and I leave you to your
better days,
alone.