Night enters, rudely awakening fear while light peeks tentatively from other rooms. Fate reaches for the one match still housed within its book, lone survivor of smoking years. Phosphorus flowers into flame, snatching at the candle. Vanquished, darkness slinks away.
So gorgeous!! Oh my, visual extravaganza.
thank you, my friend!
You took my breath away with this beauty, Asha!
thank you, Hema! I’m picking it apart mentally now. Too late. Those short deadlines kill me!
Nooo! Don’t look back! It’s gorgeous! ❤️
Thank you! ❤
Lovely use of the prose poetry form. ‘Phosphorus flowers into flame’ is my favorite line. 🙂
Thank you! I do love a little alliteration.
What an imagery, so beautifully done! I loved this line too, “Phosphorus flowers into flame, snatching at the candle”
Thank you so much.
really loved the woosh of the last line: Vanquished, darkness slinks away.
*slink slink* Anthropomorphism is one of my favourite devices. I may have been known to go a bit overboard once or twice!
I can’t be the only person with a Metallica song stuck in my head, though, can I?
I have been singing that for two days now.
HA. I KNEW IT.
So much to see and feel here! I think the last line is my fav though.
So much beautiful imagery in such a short piece, but for some reason my favorite phrase was “lone survivor of smoking years.”
I liked that bit, too. I felt the tension of that single match. Would it still light and ward off the night?
I love the alliteration. And I, too, have Metallica on the brain now. Off to never neverland…
Everything about this is so beautiful!! 😮
Great use of the word slink. The mention of a smoking habit added some interesting backstory to the narrator.
Beautiful imagery here.
Loved the alliteration of the phosphorous flames. Hehe this whole piece read like a poem or a song.
I really enjoyed the mental image of vanquishing darkness.
Oh the words just FEEL beautiful in my mouth! Much love here.