prose poetry – The Author Stew webpage

Figures At The Seaside

“Let’s go to the seaside,” she says. Our little spot. Away from the crowds, the vacationers, those on holiday and the lifeguards at work. Let’s go to the seaside means she can go without clothes, inhibitions. Display the beauty of Aphrodite; without the yapping of the hounds from Hades.For meIt means I must go, forContinue reading “Figures At The Seaside”

Upon A Sleigh Bed

Upon a sleigh bed in wintry north I came to rest. With elves all in their beds and the jolly old man away. On the naughty list I stay because I can not stay away from her curves and sweet delights. I make my trek once each year. And at her door I do appear.Continue reading “Upon A Sleigh Bed”

A Goth Mermaid Tale

She sat on the rocks, All black hair, mascara, Pale skin, black lips, Mermaid’s tail. I called upon her, My wish to woo her From her deep watery shell To share my land locked hell. “Oh dark princess, Look upon me with your dark eyes. Bless this poor man, With your gaze so dark, YourContinue reading “A Goth Mermaid Tale”