The Bandshell

bandshellWhen nothing else exists
The whisper of trees cease
Cicadas quiet.
Our bodies pressed close
Our eyes lock
Holding our souls embrace
With your silvery sweet satsuma scent
The band plays our song
We dance
Like no one’s watching
And you giggle
Because I have two

This is a story in 100 words or fewer for Friday Fictioneers based on the photo above. Click the blue frog to read more stories inspired by this photo!

42 thoughts on “The Bandshell

  1. I love the sibilant alliteration that softens the earlier section of the poem, then the subtle shift after “satsuma scent” to harder consonants nearing the end. As Batty Koda said, “Awesome use of the language, Dude.” The ILY is a nice touch.


    • Wow! Thanks for your awesome comment. I dare say you have a better understanding of our language! I just write the words and let everyone else do the interpretations. Only the ILY was on purpose ๐Ÿ™‚ Thanks reading and glad you liked it.


      • Even more so when the effect is organic, not deliberately managed. The muses were with you on this one ๐Ÿ™‚

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    • The specifics are so the person who it was written for would understand it was for her ๐Ÿ™‚ And those last few last line are very true. Happy you liked it and thanks for commenting!


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