Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #7 - In no more than 1500 words, use this sentence to inspire your piece: “...that little girl with her seaside limbs and ardent tongue haunted me ever since –until at last, twenty-four years later, I broke her spell by incarnating her in another.” - (Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov) Prose will choose the winner based on: fire, form, and creative edge. Bookmarks and shares will be taken into consideration, but won’t decide the winner solely. $100 prize.
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Le Moqueur
Those secret seafoam places that drip and
part in lovers' waves,
that's where she broke the bones.
The pelicans dance in midnight oils
to kiss the burn away,
And swells roll in their shade.
Hidden in-between cracks where tongue
meets haunted oblivion,
her spell is burnt in another's lips.
And when Poseidon calls to him that
nymph of gilded steel,
she melts away in clouds of cosmic
Slips and shards of coloured silk.
She is mine,
And in her there is a destiny encased
In eternal cloud and flame. It glints
heavy against the pane
Of tiny glass that holds us close together.
Et ainsi, le moqueur chante.