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An Ode to 6th street

Day5
Credits: hdwpics.com

You are the memory lane
Of long walks and
Dancing in the rain.
Your pavement is warmth
With our footsteps
Two pairs of prints
Side by side.
The trees chant of a romantic song
Swaying with the wind
Playing a wondrous music.
The lamppost at the end of your road
Is my northern star
Taking me home.
Casting its light over our love nest
A wooden bench
Where my love waits
In his crescent smile.
Two souls stuck in a black hole
Time frozen still
Lost in the void.
6th street you are my oasis
Keeping my love alive
For I may have lost
The warmth of his touch
But your are a memento
Of what we once had.


Sickness took its toll during the weekend and my mind is both a mess and a chaos. Odes and metaphors are lovely pairs but it took me quite some time to make one that involves the idea of  a ‘map’. I hope this one does justice.

So here goes my attempt to blend Ode and metaphor for our Writing 201 Day 5 assignment. 🙂

Prompt: Map
Form: Ode
Device: Metaphor


White Plague

FF 1

Shivering in a sudden ague, he paced slowly as he watched the first frosts set their marks on the cheek of the forest trees, atop the gambrel roof, then down the rough pavement.

He loathes winter. A time when the white plague of coldness would make a massacre of all nature’s glory and turn the trees to naked frames, bleach the bony bare cadaver until the snow covered things up, and remind him how he lost the apple of his eyes.

“Eight years, my love. I still remember the day when you looked me in the eye and I’d feel the warmth that flowers must have felt when they bloom through the snow, under the first rays of the sun. Every single day is winter to me—cold and dead. I miss the sunrays. I miss you.”

He left this merry place of people and balloons and hurried to the graveyard. With heart in despair, he plunged into agony as he withered in the cold white snow before her tombstone.


Better late than never! 😛

Here’s for Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt inspired by Dee Lovering’s photo. Read more stories here.

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