Escape

Out of the dark it slaps

My face, the smell

Cigarettes and beer

I breathe like I’ve clawed

My way to fresh air

My fingers drip condensation,

ice wet on the glass,

Unseen amber torch held aloft

Leading out of lost. 

This poem is thanks to Magpie Tales 

Aspire

Paisley print ties and leather soled shoes

Up and down the marble stairs

Calloused hands on the iron rail

Uniforms and unfocused stares

Around and up and down

Spokes of a squeaky wheel

Spinning, reaching

Only ever touching at the hub

On top or below but all

Traveling in the same direction

Never asking where this ride is going 

Photo prompt thanks to Tess at Magpie Tales

In a letter

Creative writing inspired by Mag 276 at Magpie Tales

Look

exuberance of

blue-sky-eyes

bathe

prism-split

radiance

on objects

below

Photo Prompt thanks to Magpie Tales 275