Hello . . . this is Joe. Welcome to A Daily Drabble. Please add 100 words of prose or poetry as a comment on any date you want and in any order you want. Please reply on the drabbles you like. I'll moderate the comments at night, and they'll appear the next day. This is for everyone!
Wings were the hardest to hide from men, who recognized them as the butterfly queen’s. She flew from season to season, dodging the nets, the catching hands, and the sharp needle tips that sought to stab her to a board. Yet, no one can run forever and she fluttered through a window gap in a cottage of limewashed walls. Spent, her wings draped—shapeless skirts—over hips. She needed rest and the white room needed life. Apple green, sunshine yellow, and the orange red of wild tangerines bled out from chitin pleats to color all the blank lines.
ReplyDeleteWhoever you are, that was so colorful and amazing...."Orange red of wild tangerines bled out from chitin pleats to color all the blank lines." Love it.
Delete“Do you like armpit hair?” The diaphanous material around her waist shimmered as she slumped onto the chaise. A waft of the menthols she’d been smoking hit me, and I stifled a gag. Something didn’t seem right about her face, as if one side were higher than the other.
ReplyDelete“I don’t mind it at all. I’ve known ladies to braid it.”
“Then leave your paints and crawl to me. I’ll let you smell.”
“No. I’m going to paint you, and crawling kills my knees.”
I dipped a flat-tip brush into Cadmium Yellow and made a downward stroke. I made another.