Well, for a second week in a row, I’ve managed to scribble something for Picture it and write over on http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com
It’s a not a poem (Shock! Horror!), but a spot of flash fiction. I’ve set up a non-poetry blog now (http://authorsideofme.wordpress.com), but to prevent anyone getting confused – especially yours truly – I will post my contribution(s) to Picture it and Write under here.
This weeks picture can be seen on http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/2013/01/27/__picture-it-write-51/
and here is Diving
He told himself he wasn’t in love.
Love made people weak, vulnerable.
Love broke hearts. He’d experienced love like that once; it had taken him years to piece together his heart.
Now he thought about it, he was afraid he’d already fallen in love with her.
She hadn’t been afraid.
She had said – no, shouted – “I love you” uncompromising and bold.
She had taken a dive into the great unknown, executed beautifully, expecting him to follow suit.
He, however had stood there stunned, staring at her, his response dissipating in his mouth.
He watched helpless as her dive over-spun and she crashed to the ground, breaking apart with sickening ease.
He heard a familiar voice cry out – his own.
Instinctively he waded in just to be beside her, to hold her broken body, murmuring, “I love you, I love you” over and over until he couldn’t breathe – couldn’t breathe without her.
He made her a promise then and there – to protect her, to love her, to catch her, to carry her – and as he did, her heart began beating again, strong, powerful, and in perfect sync with his own.