March Prompts 6401-6425

Saturday, March 12th, 12:48

6401 She sat, grinning, as if she was a newly-discovered queen

6402 A man with three ideas can lead poor men

6403 Turn down my light, I must rest now

6404 This cruel month

6405 Like me homeward-bound after a game

6406 You hair was wet; there was seaweed on you arm

6407 I think of memories of desire

6408 Powder,s liquids, various additions

6409 How snow lies, the ground forgotten

6410 I do not think of death more than fifteen times a day

6411 There is a freedom on the high slopes, light air

6412 The grey mush that is November

6413 The desert is wild with voices

6414 There waiting in the heart of a bright light

6415 I am investigating myself, looking the other way occasionally

6416 Sunday, we are not expecting much

6417 She will not let me see nor let me hear

6418 I believe these may be addictive. Can I have more?

6419 Hush, Margaret is ready to speak!

6420 The quiet, proud sound of small water trickling trough rocks

6421 he kept walking but would not lift his eyes

6422 A fragile girl called Hyacinth

6223 It’s time, but withered, jerking, ugly 

6424 I can show you even darker shadows

6425 We are planting corpses, fertilised with blood