webs of spun silk billow
in morning’s mild breeze
sparkling orbs
handiwork of moonlight’s toil
twinkle
plucked from
the cosmos of recollection
a cache of memories
cling
to spider’s haphazard roadmap
many muddled
fuzzy
out of reach
others beckon for
a closer look

Step up
peruse
the glimmering galaxy of globules
Step closer
see
select memories featured
on this peculiar
multiplex marquee

I’M NEVER GOING TO SCHOOL AGAIN
A pint-sized chocolate milk container tips
pools
on a pint-sized first grader’s size six
sky-blue cotton skirt clad lap
dribbles
down a scabby leg
soaks
into a white lace-trimmed ankle high sock.
She cries.

I MISSED THE SCHOOL BUS
Same blue-eyed six-year-old sits
hugging dimpled knees
one scraped
cut
and bloodied
on the concrete stoop’s top step
her red nose rubs
against a raised romper-outfitted shoulder.
She smiles.

GO AHEAD. TELL. NO ONE WILL BELIEVE YOU
The now shy fifteen-year-old rides home
alongside
the woman-she-babysat-for’s thirty-four-year-old boyfriend
faux leather seats
creak
car reeks
not of the Marlboro Man
more like a dozen stale Camels
he stops short
steals a ‘first‘ kiss.
She screams.

YOU MAY NOW KISS THE BRIDE
The young maid moves
down the polished aisle
in step
to the processional hymn
drunk on perfumed blossoms bound to bow trimmed pews
flanked by his besties
a brave young knight
stands
shaking
even quaking
waiting to say I do
too.
She beams.

webs of spun silk billow
in mid-day’s warm breeze
sparkling orbs
dull
lose their twinkle
disappear.
She smiles.
TOMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY…

Using a photo prompt to get you writing when you’re stuck can be a wild ride into the nooks and crannies of your sub-conscious mind. You never know what kind of gem will be revealed. The question is, what will you do with it? Do you have any you’d like to share?

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