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Tracie Skarbo was motivated to write by her father, who was her biggest supporter. “He was always behind me, rallying me on with my writing. I would always see him with a book in hand. He gave me a great appreciation for the written word, and the power and responsibility that writers have to shape those who read their words. He also taught me to respect nature and to value the beauty within it; my reflections on my environment are just an extension of this.” Skarbo was raised on Vancouver Island and is working on her next two books.

Saturday, June 8, 2013

Mortals


Pudgy indigo fingers
shook the air
enraged at his capture;
by mere mortal,
a blonde tressed one at that.

How quick was she
that he
never saw her shadow
ensnaring with feminine
divinity.

Could he rise above
when so many before
had fallen gracefully?
Perhaps he was only mortal
after all.

 

4 comments:

  1. i am sure she will find out...smiles...def would like to hear more of this tale...smiles.

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  2. Thanks Brian... it does seem that there are more chapters to this one. I hope I get to see through the mist soon! Thanks for stoping by!

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  3. Loved the 1st line ... This is a friendly reminder that mortal men still have the nerve to reach for the stars and of course divine women --- HAHAHAhaha....

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