Weekly Word Prompt:

It's time for the weekly word prompt. What this means is that I am going to pick one word and use it to inspire a poem. Then I challenge each of my readers to use that same word to inspire a poem or a short bit of prose. If you would like to share what you write, I'd love to read it. Simply reply in the comments of this post.

This weeks word is: fire.


Her heart was on fire,
heating her from
inside out.
A hot blush
scorched her
pale skin.
Then the icy fingers
of embarrassment
latched hold
and suddenly she
couldn't breathe.
The man, disarmingly
handsome,
deceptively
honest,
was embracing
her best friend.
Their lips met.
Their hands caressed.
And watching
this scene,
her heart broke.
So she wiped
her tears and
held her head
up high.
She marched past
the pair
and said goodbye.
Goodbye to
men
and goodbye to
friends.

Love From Afar

The man stares,
lonely,
across the crowded
room.
He pines for the lovely
dark-haired maiden
quite
oblivious to his
gloom.

Entranced by her
smile,
he has fallen in
love,
has been for
awhile.
He summons his
nerve
and starts across
the room,
but a man whisks
her away
leaving only a trail
of her lilac
perfume.

So close yet
worlds apart.
So he shuffles home
to nurse his broken
heart.

Garden Affair

A beautiful girl
stands there
solitary on the
terrace.
Slowly dusk blooms
around her.
Staring across the
perfumed garden
she catches his
watchful eye.
Forbidden words
shared only
through a look.
Slowly she raises
her fingertips,
pressed ever gently
to crimson lips,
and sends her
love to him.
A touch at her
side alerts her
to another's
presence.
Rosy blush
creeps into her
cheeks thankfully
masked by the
dusk.
An arm around
her bare shoulders
guides her
ever away
into a life
she does not
want and farther
from her
garden lover.
Inside
her heart breaks
into a million
tiny pieces.