fiction, poetry and musings

by Laogeodritt

pieces of gold

and I look up
to the leaves
falling
gently upon the lively wind
pieces of gold
 glittering

The rain is coming

The rain is coming
The rain is coming

I see the concrete darken
and glisten
I feel a gentle breeze
cool my skin
I smell that grassy smell
which heralds rain
I hear a pitter-patter
drizzle-drazzle
[…]

The words in his heart

The words are
infinite
even to say the simplest thing
(To express — to speak — to tell)
And yet
of infinite choices no one is equal.

The dragon flies

Wind upon my face, and in my ears
the roar
and my hands gripping a horn.
The air smells fresh and sweet
with notes of barbecue —
a scent from long ago.

As the others dance

The door
Towers above you
Grand. Majestic.
Carved ornate motifs in gilded wood
and metal
and marble all around
inviting you into its world.

The flames danced in the breeze

A daughter of the village has passed away. Presiding over the funerary vigil, the village matron reflects upon her death.

The Potential of a Duck

Quack! Like a duck!

What Does It Matter?

Having just received the news of Sarah’s death, Laura prepares to return home. As she waits at the bus stop, her thoughts scatter into the storm.