Purple Lace

Purple Lace Sheltered within a purple lace boudoir, smelling of heated dampness, spilt wine and burning passion. Through timeworn windows and doors, in open reveal. Curtains of willowy lace, flitter a peek-a-boo expose with the celestial moons and twinkling stars. Mounted within the enflamed aura of burning splits of oak, framed in stone. Thunderous, crashing... Continue Reading →

Had I…

Had I…   Had I, a great husband… I would never know the world the way I do. I wouldn't have needed to look. Had I, not the husband of nightmares… I wouldn't have ever learned how to dream. Had I, a husband who never made me cry… I’d never know tears of happiness. Had... Continue Reading →

The Seasons – Finale. A Pause in Time

The Seasons – Finale.  An Endless Time   Sweet serenity a morning brings, fading into an indigo sky, beholding a weary moon. Steamy Mr. Gray mingles around the hibernating blooms and twirls with the early mist.  His embodiment, cracked and chipped, warms my aging hands. Swaying gracefully through tender breezes, showering senses with memories of... Continue Reading →

The Seasons – Two. Love’s welcoming

The Seasons – Two.  Love’s welcoming     Frostily upon fields of jaded blades, draped in cerulean, amid a million or more brittle diamonds, glistening anew through the hazy golden morning. Garlands brushed in pastels, spring forth, through fragmented drops of white tufted fleece. Gracefully pirouetting in soft flowing Honeysuckle bliss, on feathered notes, the... Continue Reading →

The Mirror

The Mirror By Ruth A. Cutler 2015 Tattered, dog chewed oak legs, worn and faded, hidden in the darkest corner of this room, it's holding captive an oval frame of the same quality. The beveled, silvered glass has flaws, which delights me all the same. Under the golden haze of the single candle near my... Continue Reading →

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