Lost in the mist

January 26, 2014January 26, 2014 ~ Tara R. ~ 10 Comments

"The rain last night was bad as I've ever seen it." Clifford tapped his pipe on the counter, dislodging a wad of ash and dottle on the floor. Scooting it under the cabinet ledge with the toe of his boot, he knew Roberta would give him hell about it later when she swept up. "It … Continue reading Lost in the mist

Hard fought

January 23, 2014January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 12 Comments

Burnt umber cockleshells capture the roaring ocean Relentlessly churning in slow motion A tug of war between planet and moon Burbling brine, seabirds cawing Whispering winds, stars falling A mighty fortress built upon a sand dune Grappling against the divine Heaven and ocean intertwine Divergent devotion, to all I surrender Diving into the fathomless deep … Continue reading Hard fought

Fairytale ending

January 20, 2014January 21, 2014 ~ Tara R. ~ 31 Comments

I wanted quaint. I wanted a gingerbread cottage with a wrap-around porch filled with rocking chairs where we could drink tall glasses of sweet iced tea, and watch fireflies lighting up the night. I wanted flower boxes on every window overflowing with red geraniums. I wanted a white picket fence fairytale. What I got was … Continue reading Fairytale ending

Legend

January 20, 2014January 20, 2014 ~ Tara R. ~ 12 Comments

She was larger than life. A goddess of courage and virtue, intellect and strength. In the eyes of my mother, her martyred baby sister could do no wrong. I grew up living with her name, and failing in my attempts to live up to her legacy. My bedtime stories were tales of her adventures, my … Continue reading Legend

Take a bow

January 17, 2014January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 4 Comments

I am an uncredited understudy struggling to find out who I am, and what I want to be. Never the star. Always living in the shadows, hidden away from the adoration of those who I long to charm. I can never be wise enough, talented enough, pretty enough for the limelight to shine on me. … Continue reading Take a bow

In a dark mirror

January 16, 2014 ~ Tara R. ~ 6 Comments

I walked through the house like a wraith. I barely noticed the furniture covered in stained and worn movers' tarps. Framed oil paintings on the floor leaned against the wall in haphazard order. Bright squares spotlighted where they once hung. The surrounding faded paint showed more than age and neglect. Dust motes danced in the … Continue reading In a dark mirror