Graceful rainbow hues.
Daylight’s emotional flair.
Beyond the twilight.
Medical Professional turned writer.
How does it work?
Beyond the sky. Beautiful <3
More stories from Megan Bald and writers in Poets and other communities.
Submerged in a blue sadness. Confined in a red madness. Blushingly flushed with pink compassion. Consumed by a golden obsession.
By Megan Bald2 years ago in Poets
Another morning-night-morning shift… the familiar toss up of sunrises: something between poppy-coloured clouds and Bellini-soaked skies...
By sleepy drafts3 days ago in Poets
I see him sit there Our eyes meet, grin, blush, I sweat The leash tugs, we leave
By Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)7 days ago in Poets
The water cascaded noisily over the stones in the riverbed and though the spring floods came early it was still not deep enough to keep men and horses from fording. On any other morning the sound of it rushing would have carried over the lowing of the cattle in the surrounding meadows. But the waters ran red with blood, the groans and cries of the wounded drowning out both the gurgling river and the neighboring livestock.
By John Cox7 days ago in Chapters
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Beyond the sky. Beautiful <3