Son of 6 word story -- 6 (or less) lines of 6 words each

[Teresa Edgerton]

Raindrops have frozen on a cobweb
The spider dreams it was she
Who spun this fragile, crystal lace
From a shining thread of ice.

 

[Talysia]

Watchful hunter, grim and never tiring.
Chasing prey in the dim twilight.
Running in the pack, target fixed,
Howling a song to the heavens.

 

[Harpo]

I've not yet tried doing this
It's too early in the morning
I need a cup of tea
Boiling water, teabag, milk and sugar
That'll get my brain started up
Then maybe I can attempt this

 

[Talysia]

I envy the birds their wings.
Soaring high above me, flying free.

 

[Mor-Ríoghain]

quiet I sit, watching, waiting, wanting
the moon shines illuminating silver clouds
lightning flashes lighting up the skie
thunder booms rattling the window glass.
The crow lord comes, take me

 

[Talysia]

Peaceful winter sky, high above me.
Softly fallen snowflakes lie all around.
My breath steams in the cold.
Frost tugs tentatively at my fingers.
I shiver, but won't go inside.
Such a peaceful scene; so beautiful.

 

[Teresa Edgerton]

Last night, winter came to me
All in grey, a pale lover
Caressed me with his icy hands
Pressed my lips with chilly kisses
Stilled my heart’s panicked beating
Wrapping me in cold embrace ... forever.

 

[Talysia]

Breath of Fire, heart of flame.
Wild of nature, hard to tame.
Fiery down to its draconic soul,
Who would pay the dragon's toll?

 

[Mor-Ríoghain]

Standing on edge, without safety-rope
She looks over, teetering on toes
She falls, but who will catch?
no-one, they didn't see her there.

 

[Talysia]

Standing, trying to face my past.
Looking out over the vast wasteland,
I can see my very future.

 

[Teresa Edgerton]

My world ends at this shore.
The new land will be stranger
Than a map of the moon.
I am a terrestrial space traveller,
And the ocean a blue void
Between this world and the next.

 

[Talysia]

The next horizon is my friend.
Wanderlust fills my veins with longing.
My feet never seem to tire,
And my mind never once wearies
Of perpetually being on the road.
The journey's better than the arrival.

 

[Teresa Edgerton]

The sky shatters like an egg;
Trembling, we watch as light dwindles.
Does it escape through the cracks
Or is the darkness pouring in?

 

[Talysia]

My future lies in front of me,
Whilst my past trails along behind.
Sometimes, I wish to be free
Of things nagging at my mind.
I wish I could cut easily
Free from those ties that bind.

 

[Talysia]

The stone I kick when anguished
Might rebound back as a diamond.
A dream that is easily realized
Isn't a real dream, some say,
But it's one I can reach.
Besides, there's nothing wrong with dreaming.

 

[quixotic]

words, the stars in our skies,
how Talysia uses them, accomplished, artful
colouring the canvas of our minds,
splashing phrases like waterdrops,reflecting sunlight

 

[Talysia]

Wordcraft is like art in itself.
Weaving words to create mental images,
The ultimate skill of artisan authors.
I aspire to this, some day.

 

[Giovanna Clairval]

He was riding up the hill
as the wind blew white and shrill,
in his journey, in his quest,
with Death grinning on his crest.

When the damsel cried, "My love!"
blinking soft eyes, like a dove,
he said, "Sorry, I must rise
to the call of my demise.

 

[Teresa Edgerton]

January brings chill without, chill within.
Joints creak, my bones feel brittle
As frozen twigs, my breath labors
The cold has entered my chest
Perhaps February won’t be so cruel

 

[Talysia]

More driving rain and howling wind.
Lashing against the door all night
And keeping all those within awake.
When I awake, I hear nothing.
No howling wind, nor driving rain.
Has the storm finished at last?