Photo Credit: Lilyanna
A wrinkled wrap
of waxen film
draped,
on dry bent bones..
A sparse and spindly
silhouette,
by insolence- sculpt..
The volatile mother
of my tumultuous youth,
recedes-
alone, adrift, inside
a supine
stocking of opaque,
organdy flesh..
The acrid smoke
of a sour old woman
now subdued,
defenseless, behind
limpid eyelids,
that flutter-
then not
as she silently secedes
her grasp on a ruthless reign.
Word Count: 65
Written in response to Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt.
Thru Violet's Lentz 
Wow. Also very good!
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Thank you. It’s a rewrite of something I did back in o9 on my old blog …why paisley. I do like this version better.
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I can totally connect with this. Reminds me of someone in my family…
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The closer we get the more familiar these scenarios become. I assume soon they will be old friends…
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Such rich and sensory words. Beautifully told.
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Why thank you D. I was just over at your place checking out your challenge. Chelsea gave me a heads up. I’ve got you followed so I’ll be stopping in to write soon.. Thanks again for stopping in and commenting.
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Oh good, Violet. I’ve had a wonderful response to the January prompt and have a totally different direction set up for February. Your writing is welcome any time, poem or prose. 🙂
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I’m plotting a story as we speak. Thanks for providing a non-flash venue!
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I think followers prefer shorter reads, but sometimes a longer story just has to be told. 🙂 I prefer having no limits and don’t want to impose them. I can’t wait to see what you come up with!
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This one is excellent! One of my favorite Weekend Writing Prompt responses this week!
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Wow! Thank you!
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Powerful writing, Violet. Your rich description paints a vivid image. Beautiful! 🙂
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And thank you Sammi for providing such wonderful prompts!
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