Majella rests by the cherry tree,
a diary by her side.
Her lover is gone, now
she'll never be his bride.
A broken heart can linger,
hurt far more than broken flesh.
Some are never mended,
Never able to start afresh.
Dark stormy clouds surround,
The pages, the wind betook.
Rain drenched the love
in a broken old book.
* * *
Stormy winds scatter
the miserable leaves
of a tired old book;
for her shattered story, she grieves.
A book in a wind storm,
leaves blown and tossed.
Once loved passionately,
the story is now lost.
Hard rains fall on
leaves spinning above.
Distorted words on a page
paint sad pictures of love.
Majella is long gone
though her diary lives on
in a dusty old library,
an old chair she lay upon.
Long years of neglect;
now her solitude must end.
She seeks a new chapter,
from a writer, or new friend...
* * *
Resting on a dusty chair
jaded, torn and worn,
she sits gracefully over there,
she’s given up, quite forlorn.
Bound with silk stitching,
torn pages are broken.
If you’re not afraid to touch,
her pages will awaken!
A writer, a lover of words
strolls into her room.
In his quest for a muse
spies a treasure, entombed.
Elegant fingers caress her spine,
gold silk stitching, gossamer hair.
Dressed in soft leather,
gold leaf beauty, is rare.
Fingertips softly trail
every exquisite curve
of each elegant letter
of every enchanting word...
* * *
A resplendent page, a leaf.
Each reveals its own story,
as told by a new lover,
a new emprise in all its glory.
Sublime words dance gracefully
across a new page,
a pen waltzing celestially
as if performing on stage.
And so they carry on
his pen to her paper,
dancing in new chapters
to make an old story greater.
The spring of a new friendship,
a hot torrid summer fling,
autumn's cool breeze,
winter carries a chapter's end.
* * *
Lucy sat by the old cherry tree,
Her grandmother's diary in her hand.
She marvelled at the wonderful life
over the many years it spanned.
All stories appearing on the Lush Stories website under the name, Trinket, are the exclusive property of Trinket (unless stated otherwise). These stories may not be reproduced, copied, transmitted or manipulated without the written permission of Trinket. All stories are copyright ©2014 2015 Trinket.
a diary by her side.
Her lover is gone, now
she'll never be his bride.
A broken heart can linger,
hurt far more than broken flesh.
Some are never mended,
Never able to start afresh.
Dark stormy clouds surround,
The pages, the wind betook.
Rain drenched the love
in a broken old book.
* * *
Stormy winds scatter
the miserable leaves
of a tired old book;
for her shattered story, she grieves.
A book in a wind storm,
leaves blown and tossed.
Once loved passionately,
the story is now lost.
Hard rains fall on
leaves spinning above.
Distorted words on a page
paint sad pictures of love.
Majella is long gone
though her diary lives on
in a dusty old library,
an old chair she lay upon.
Long years of neglect;
now her solitude must end.
She seeks a new chapter,
from a writer, or new friend...
* * *
Resting on a dusty chair
jaded, torn and worn,
she sits gracefully over there,
she’s given up, quite forlorn.
Bound with silk stitching,
torn pages are broken.
If you’re not afraid to touch,
her pages will awaken!
A writer, a lover of words
strolls into her room.
In his quest for a muse
spies a treasure, entombed.
Elegant fingers caress her spine,
gold silk stitching, gossamer hair.
Dressed in soft leather,
gold leaf beauty, is rare.
Fingertips softly trail
every exquisite curve
of each elegant letter
of every enchanting word...
* * *
A resplendent page, a leaf.
Each reveals its own story,
as told by a new lover,
a new emprise in all its glory.
Sublime words dance gracefully
across a new page,
a pen waltzing celestially
as if performing on stage.
And so they carry on
his pen to her paper,
dancing in new chapters
to make an old story greater.
The spring of a new friendship,
a hot torrid summer fling,
autumn's cool breeze,
winter carries a chapter's end.
* * *
Lucy sat by the old cherry tree,
Her grandmother's diary in her hand.
She marvelled at the wonderful life
over the many years it spanned.
All stories appearing on the Lush Stories website under the name, Trinket, are the exclusive property of Trinket (unless stated otherwise). These stories may not be reproduced, copied, transmitted or manipulated without the written permission of Trinket. All stories are copyright ©2014 2015 Trinket.
