Sunday, March 23, 2014

Modern Art

Tracey Emin's My Bed,
writing prompt offered by Tess

Wordle 153, thirteen words
offered by Brenda

‎Modern Art

What a job we were.

Bought the bed on sale - still cost
plenty, a warning
and a grind of course.
A natural sting response
shapes the detritus
during rival nights.

You should be so blunt
as all that broken
glass rolled down by the river
to smooth rock like forms,
green and misty shapes.
We were a good quartet.
Once. In addition to that,
you are so juicy.

March ‎23, ‎2014 1:49 PM

Written for Tess Kincaid's Magpie Tales
and Brenda Warren's Sunday Whirl


  1. Nicely done Chris....thanks for sharing your words

  2. How your words conjured up such vivid images. However for me the river washing over the jagged memories smooths them out so you can smile back at them with some satisfaction.

  3. A wordle of words as rumpled as the sheets...

  4. I like the thought of a duo being a doubt overtones come into play... :)

    1. Or perhaps there is more to the story and it really was a quartet, considering the trash around the bed.

  5. Great write, Christopher! I vote for the quartet.

  6. detritus shaped during rival nights! wowee.

  7. Clever - and I guess it is good that she is juicy!
    Anna :o]

  8. Oh I like those river-rolling bottles...nice one, Chris...

  9. Thank you, friends. May you all find your quartets! Possibly the dissolution of them is no fun but the memories are priceless.

  10. Well done! A fine mixture! I'm rather impressed.


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