Angel – (Prose from 3 words)

Angel, surround and heart are the next 3 words that I have been asked to write about. This is from a dear friend of mine Tricia Garrett. So lovely, this is for you (and my readers).


draped the angel sleeps
the cold of stone not felt beneath
surround her not with pity
she no longer feels her pain
blind to acts of cruelty
deaf to words of hate

as on earth
an angel once again

do not weep your tears
though your heart may break
as you stand before her
rest a marigold where she lays
remember not her sorrow
her soul now free to touch

the face of the stars

brush the dirt away from her
so she maybe cleansed
from those that caused her death
sit and talk with her a while
and you will hear her plea

I sleep, I ask ~ no tears be shed
just remember me

©jmtacken Sept 2013

If anyone else would like to give me 3 words to write – please do so in your comments. 🙂
My 600th post.

Muse on holiday – prose

eh 4 drafts sit
few lines here
3 words maybe 4
in the WP file

can’t think
have nothing
word avoidance
muse on my left
now sits behind
arms on each


go on write
what the hEll is wrong with

stop being so pushy
it’s not happenin’
lack of – inspiration
b—k pages staring

writing dribble
yet not
sshhhhh muse
let me get some

tomorrow is another day
the ‘Course’
head is full of
other things

you can return – then
I shall return
have a holiday for
ONE day

I stare at the huntsman
long legs furry
white/brown creepy
outside my window

sitting there for 4 days now
legs outstretched
I shiver looking up at him/her
sex of a spider – who can tell

perhaps I’ll  write of iT
nope…already did