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 – Three. Summer’s Desire

The Seasons – Three.  Summer’s Desire   Silhouetting, frolicking shimmering emeralds, framed in multi-shaded indigo. Beside splashes and dashes of hurried, hovering specks of grayish hues, and shimmering pearls. Enchantingly romanticized everywhere in daydream reflections and far stares. Conceived, impassionately through the stinging eyes of strain and perspiration. Crashing wearily from unkempt disheveled hair following,... Continue Reading →

The Seasons – One. An Endless Time

The Season's – Finale.  A Pause in Time   Contrasted within a motionless time, the warm pine musically yields softly beneath shodden souls, with a slow tempo harmony of sighs, from this glider, agelessly oxidized. Underneath an arid eve, roughly milled with blood, sweat, and scarred callused hands. Arctic air stirs of crackling fat back,... Continue Reading →

Lady Spirit

Lady Spirit By Ruth A. Cutler 2016 Two hearts, from the time and ways of old, I became. Sister to one before me, together paving the way. to four more girls who came along. All six for one, and six for all. Wife to three, whose eyes went astray. On little funds, a Mother alone... Continue Reading →

Castaway

Castaway By Ruth A. Cutler 2016   For the Father who got his kicks and left and Mother who sold me like a piece of discarded furniture.   Under crimson skies, two pirated souls on wayward vessels meant for varied foreign soils. Their fleeting passion, quickly gone as their nameless faces. Forgotten like the babe... Continue Reading →

Today

Today by Ruth Cutler 2016   With a piercing shrill, once more I am forced upon another dreadfully, blessed day. Laying in a pool of sweat and tears, a speeding heart and screams fading into whispered echo’s, the alarm shatters, the never ending nightly play of terrors. Grisly visions best kept unsaid and kept away... Continue Reading →

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