English Ivy
Flamboyant scarlet blossoms arched twisting, winding heirloom English ivy. An
unexpected downpour ignored by the water-soaked guests. Whitewashed mason jars
splashed crimson pallets of rustic rural splendor. The music began, he stood nervously
waiting, looking down at his rented black shoes. She grasped her father’s arm. Fervent
desire charged fiery passion. Sugary words melted sultry shadows. Fireflies and fairy
dust lit moonless nights. Silence invited the darkness. Substance replaced by distance;
whiskey preferred to a kiss. Emotions frost bit in autumn’s showy splendor she’d climb
grasping, experiencing struggle with the fortitude of English ivy. She knew he watched
her sleep.
From Guest Contributor Christy Schuld