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I love drabbles - you can do so much with them, and they're so short even I can manage to finish them. We have a weekly drabble challenge at The Black Pearl Sails (yahoo group). These are the three most recent, each one exactly 100 words. Though I think that hurt the second a little- it was originally 93 words and probably should have stayed there.
Numb
"Against the cold - and the sorrow," Tia Dalma said, and Elizabeth took a tankard, nodding her thanks. She didn't drink. She had to feel the cold, the sorrow - her guilt required it, wouldn't let her seek solace, not in Will, nor drink, nor magic. She wanted not to feel, but how could she allow herself that comfort? What had Jack felt, in the end? Fear? Pain? She remembered the look on his face and knew he'd felt forgiveness. She flinched. That hurt more than grief. She gazed at the hot brew, wishing she could drink. She wanted to be numb.
***
(I should apologize in advance for this one - I haven't written poetry since I was in college over 20 years ago but for some reason I couldn't help myself.)
Image
The image of a maiden fair
With dress of gold and rain drenched hair -
Locked in a cell.
In her place a woman came
With passioned heart and eyes aflame;
She shed her shell.
A stranger, then, a sailor lad
Who stolen clothes and secrets had -
And could not tell.
On the beach, with flying hair,
Tasked to guide the treasure rare -
Dead, beating heart.
Aboard the Pearl, she joined the fight
To fend against the monster's might.
She played her part.
Then with heated kiss against the mast,
Lies and shackles - a pirate at last -
It broke her heart.
***
Mouth
She envisioned it frequently - teasing, taunting, pursing, smirking. Smiling. Laughing, gold teeth flashing. Soft and somber. Inviting, most impudently. Framed by the dark mustache and the braided, beaded beard which should look silly but didn't.
She loved Will, she did, and it was his soft mouth she kissed so eagerly, his that her tongue plundered so shockingly, bringing heat to her face. His mouth was sweet and hot. The other's would be hotter. It would taste of rum, she knew, and salt.
When her eyes closed and the blacksmith's mouth moved on hers, it was the pirate's mouth she saw.
Alas, I'm no better at coming up with drabble titles than I am for my longer stuff. Titles elude me. *sigh*
Numb
"Against the cold - and the sorrow," Tia Dalma said, and Elizabeth took a tankard, nodding her thanks. She didn't drink. She had to feel the cold, the sorrow - her guilt required it, wouldn't let her seek solace, not in Will, nor drink, nor magic. She wanted not to feel, but how could she allow herself that comfort? What had Jack felt, in the end? Fear? Pain? She remembered the look on his face and knew he'd felt forgiveness. She flinched. That hurt more than grief. She gazed at the hot brew, wishing she could drink. She wanted to be numb.
***
(I should apologize in advance for this one - I haven't written poetry since I was in college over 20 years ago but for some reason I couldn't help myself.)
Image
The image of a maiden fair
With dress of gold and rain drenched hair -
Locked in a cell.
In her place a woman came
With passioned heart and eyes aflame;
She shed her shell.
A stranger, then, a sailor lad
Who stolen clothes and secrets had -
And could not tell.
On the beach, with flying hair,
Tasked to guide the treasure rare -
Dead, beating heart.
Aboard the Pearl, she joined the fight
To fend against the monster's might.
She played her part.
Then with heated kiss against the mast,
Lies and shackles - a pirate at last -
It broke her heart.
***
Mouth
She envisioned it frequently - teasing, taunting, pursing, smirking. Smiling. Laughing, gold teeth flashing. Soft and somber. Inviting, most impudently. Framed by the dark mustache and the braided, beaded beard which should look silly but didn't.
She loved Will, she did, and it was his soft mouth she kissed so eagerly, his that her tongue plundered so shockingly, bringing heat to her face. His mouth was sweet and hot. The other's would be hotter. It would taste of rum, she knew, and salt.
When her eyes closed and the blacksmith's mouth moved on hers, it was the pirate's mouth she saw.
Alas, I'm no better at coming up with drabble titles than I am for my longer stuff. Titles elude me. *sigh*
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