Natural Disaster

Her natural sparkle hid a debacle.
Daily prompt: Sparkle


He was mesmerized by her–
the most exquisite natural disaster
he’d ever seen.
But he knew he would drown.

Like when she walked, waters parted.

But, she didn’t conjure the wind,
nor lift palms to make the seas rise.
She was no maestro,
though she could hear the songs the earth sang.

He watched her from afar,
whispering under his breath,
“You’ve stolen my attention.
I must wait until the storm has died,
but my eye is on you.”

With an eyebrow raised and smirk,
she replied,
“I am the eye and the storm.”

View original post

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s