As she took the train to her town again, she hoped today, she had the courage to get off the train.
She was once a darling of her charming little town, an amateur singer who had run ran away to seek more fame.
If only her voice had stayed the same.
Inspired by Friday fictioneers (image), Weekend Writing prompt (word: Amateur ) , Tale Weaver (word: Darling)
A casual wave, a shy smile,
a lazy twirl – and she earned
being called the temptation personified;
the young ones lost hearts,
while old ones enjoyed their silly fights –
each judging her arrogant ways –
confused by the power she held,
none ever thought of her lonely eyes
wandering the hills, far away from all men.
not a soul, she had to talk;
until he moved along as she passed;
within weeks, some days more;
her heart finally found a home.
“This is where I found myself so lost” –
today, on the same hill, he proposed.
Inspired by Reena’s exploration challenge & Weekend writing Prompt
Also linked to Open Link night @ dVerse Poets Pub