THREADBARE

Another Prompt for Magpie Tales, set by Tess, MAG228

Stair prompt by Tess Kincade



THREADBARE

Just like their crumbling disintegrating covering,
those risers and treads in my life craved rejuvenation.
For I was threadbare, worn out and tired; 
in need of a refit and a wanting a shot in the arm. 
More iron in my blood to resuscitate my soul;
a new coat of paint and therapy to those injured frayed nerves.
My mind craved once more that youthful spring in my step,
and longed for that insatiable unquenchable fire in my belly.


That well trodden stairway of life eluded me for a while.
Yet sweet cherished flashbacks always invaded my mind,
never ceasing to rekindle memories from a former age.
A time when I tore up those steps two at a time,
and carried the love of my life, as though just a feather.

Alas, she no longer is with me now, 
for she has faded from view like a faint evening star.
She lives far beyond my reach in a new dimension;
for she has climbed her own winding stairway to Heaven,
where nothing is threadbare and perfection rules supreme.
At her direction new life was breathed into my spirit,
and the angels injected hope and happiness back into my life.


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I have been writing to these weekly prompts for  6 weeks and sometimes find to very difficult to get an idea. It is very good discipline writing to order and not waiting for inspiration, which may never come. 

Sometimes I think:

"What on Earth can I write about this time?
I'll have to put on my famous thinking hat . . . "

Ah . . . yes . . . it works every time, just like the famous sorting hat in Harry Potter's school for witchcraft and wizardry: Hogwarts, created by J.K. Rowling.




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