My Microfiction Story, A Tale of Many Cities, is up at The Rye Whiskey Review

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Sunset by Felix Vallotton, Swiss-French Artist (December 28, 1865 – December 29, 1925)

Many thanks to the Editor, John Patrick Robbins, I have a new microfiction story at The Rye Whiskey Review.

https://ryethewhiskeyreview.blogspot.com/2022/02/a-tale-of-many-cities-by-sebnem-e.html?fbclid=IwAR01s4na3bIqL-nQMHpNn3IiZjTe4hcXf-ol8qFD3filf4WC8q9bRuO9VX4

Thank you very much for reading. 🙂

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Shards of Glass, from Ripples on the Pond, is up at Yellow Mama Webzine’s Valentine’s Day Issue #72

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Painting by the talented artist Ann Marie Rhiel

 

My story, Shards of Glass, from Ripples on the Pond, is in the Valentine’s Day Issue #72 of Yellow Mama Webzine, with a lovely illustration from the talented artist, Ann Marie Rhiel. Many thanks to the Editor, Cindy Rosmus. 😍

Here’s the link:
http://blackpetalsks.tripod.com/yellowmama/id1975.html

 

Here’s also the link to the homepage of this issue where you’ll find some familiar names and great stories:
http://blackpetalsks.tripod.com/yellowmama/

 

Thank you very much for reading. 🙂

 

The Kiss

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Gustav Klimt (July 14, 1862 – February 6, 1918)

 

Among the many pictures

etched in my memory,

not all of them speak to me,

tell me stories or inspire me

to write new ones

this one depicts an eternal moment

of an embrace and a kiss

between a man and a woman

wrapped in a shimmering blanket of gold,

embroidered with a kaleidoscope of beads

Like the hews of the once vibrant carpet at their feet,

the painter, the models and

the influential patchwork have faded into the past,

yet the painting remains

to remind us of that first moment of bliss

between a lover and his beloved

carrying the sparkle of love

into eternity forever.

 

 

 

The Dark Knight, a poem for Midsummer Night

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Whisper by Burak Ulker, from Deviantart

(Please click on the photo to see more of his work)

 

 

On midsummer’s eve dance, under the moonlight,

I met a dark man who stole my heart,

he held my hand to his lips,

and on the dance floor gave me a kiss.

 

A raven perched upon his shoulder, and said until daylight.

 

His black costume fitted like a glove,

at first look I’d fallen in love,

mesmerizing dark eyes held me captive,

the way he spoke was so attractive.

 

The raven came by and said lovers should not part.

 

He poured summer wine from the flask,

and told me stories from strange lands.

When he asked me to go there with him,

I accepted on a whim.

 

The raven flew over us and said now it’s time to depart.

 

I said, one moment, to bid farewell to my hosts,

when I returned, he was gone and I was lost,

I looked for him everywhere, the raven

came my way, as the moon and stars faded away.

 

The raven said a moment can change the night into day.

 

The rain began as the first rays of dawn lit my way,

under a tree and the sky so grey,

soaked and sad, I took shelter,

and sobbed, knowing I’d remember him forever.

 

The raven said love is eternal though you might never again be together.

 

I still recall that midsummer’s night,

and the dark knight who stole my heart,

Hoping perhaps in another life,

we shall meet again and never part.

 

The raven keeps me company, says life is but a brief story.