“I’m sorry, Indira”, King Sergie said with remorse, as he exerted his muscles in trying to hold open the door his wife was trying to shut in his face.
Indira glowered at him. Of recent, her loving husband had capriciously shut her out!
“Unhand this door, your Highness“, Indira fumed.
“Pray, allow me explain, Indira.”
I wish I’m that person you turn to for succour…after God
I wish I am that person you see, that light up your world …after God
I wish I’m that person that makes your heart glad___
I wish I’m that person__
_that is an out-of-this-world experience…
An aroma, essence like the Heavenly brew…
Because its a brew so Heavenly it exceeds your expectations…
You can only find me, if your Heavenly senses are sharpened…enlightened.
Without your Heavenly senses
You will wonder…
Like the woman at the well
Who had wondered from man to man
Seeking who to quench her thirst…
Knowing it was a man who had the key of wisdom🔑
To unlock the mystery of her need
Knowing not what man it was, she wondered still
Until she came to the 8th Man…
And she knew that her search was over…
For she was led to the spring from within
From whence cometh, water that quenches thirst forever…
She need not seek for nor fetch from wells…
That leave her wanting…
Do not wait too long
To find your own Heavenly brew…
It might be given to another…
As it was with Vashti
Who was replaced by Esther…
Sharpen your Heavenly senses and hasten your search
That it might be said of you…
“The Heavenly brew exceeded his expectations.”
February 2022 Writing Prompts Week 1 (February 1-7) – The heavenly brew exceeded his expectations.
Crownie was mildly petrified.
She needed to pee…! During a pandemic!
It was during a wedding, that was being held during a pandemic, she corrected herself.
She grumpily made her way to the convenience.
A public convenience…she shuddered and sprayed herself with sanitising spray.
She sprayed her way into the convenience, ignoring a female guest who gave her a weird look.
As she used her own tissue — thank you! — she saw a padlocked tissue box.
Ewwww! Who would want to steal tissue from a public toilet during a pandemic?! Crownie thought in horror as she sprayed her way out.
Little by little, I had to recoverFrom misshapen realities that hit me like feverish fiascos
Little by little, I am building up what was lostLike the egg nest, I strived to have
Little by little, I will recoverThe heart of who I am
Little by little, turbulent tranquillity is giving wayTo tranquillity…beyond bliss
For nearly burying yesterdays
Of the heart of who I am
— the candy cabinet of splashes of indigo and magenta in twilight beyond bliss….
May the faceless faces
Of misshapen realities and stormy nights
Both impressive and ludicrous
Be lost in lava swirls and twin flames forever