She was a living symbol of elegance, like a renaissance castle but covered in a soft purple shawl.
Hidden deeply, was the dungeon where her soul shrivelled imprisoned, the oubliette opened onto an unused courtyard, where none ever came and the sun rarely shone.
Her rippling dark hair was like an improvised canal of moonlit water, flowing down her shoulders, reminding one man of holy scripture and another of a lovely piece of erotic poetry.
Her smile, never syrupy, never reached her eyes, looked upon the world, a petition for love, a request for a paddle that would guide the tiny canoe of her heart, severely dented by love’s disappointments, into serenity.
When she died, young and alone, one god looked upon her, he mourned her passing passionately and so transformed her into a willow that looked eternally out to sea, silently calling to lost lovers guiding them to the safety of her shores.
© G.s.k. ‘15
Mindlovesmsery’s Menagerie’s wordle contains 12 words: Canal,Ripple. Elegance, Shawl, Scripture, Improvise, Baggage, Oubliette (a secret dungeon with an opening in the ceiling), Syrup, Dent, Paddle, Petition