november child

the curse of a sentimental heart & a skeptical mind



The Boon & Bane of an Unfinished Story

In your unfinished story,
the hopelessness
of too many blank pages
never to be filled,
has lodged itself
deeply into your soul
like a beastly splinter.

Sometimes you relish
the delusion of taking
sweet revenge,
by writing more
pleasant endings
to soothe your bruised ego.

Other times,
you are simply grateful for
how you were spared
the flash of disappointment
that follows
unfulfilled expectations.


© november child
photo: artist unknown
in response to The Sunday Whirl Wordle #290


I sit quietly,
in sync with the rhythm of raindrops
and the veil of solitude
that morning mist drapes over
an abandoned landscape.
All the while
savouring the bouts of excitement
and the tingly feeling
that anticipation sends
through my veins in tiny currents.

I pluck words
from the rusty railroad tracks
and the rain-laden clouds
that tell stories of
a life on the road
under foreign skies
and will finally fill
the empty pages of my life.

I discover belatedly,
I am more addicted to the suspense
and the promise of adventure
that the idea of a journey instils,
than to the actual departure.
So I keep waiting,
though I have lost count of the trains,
I have let come and go
for fear of where
they might actually take me.

© november child
in response to: Michelle Toussaint Photo-Fiction #68
photo credit: via pixdaus, author unknown


The bench at the base of the tree
reminds me of lazy summer days.

We would sit underneath
a majestic canopy of
softly swaying leaves.

We  watched our grandfather
peel apples with his pocket knife
and listened to stories
of when he was a child.

So exotic were they,
we thought them fairy tales,
and maybe they were.


©  november child
photo credit: Lilla Frerichs


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