Past Reflection

Light streams through the window
Dust particles drift around the room
Unveiling a world unseen for many years
Belongings strewn throughout the building

On the window sill, a tea cup sits
Abandoned in a hastened escape
Paint faded, porcelain chipped

A memento of a family
A ghost covered in cobwebs
A hint of the forgotten
A lonely reflection of the past

Soon, the space will be reclaimed
As the wild slowly creeps in
To purge the transgressions of it’s former inhabitants


© Kristen Ricketts 2018
Photo from Pixabay


I lay awake
My mind conjuring up characters
Bringing their fictional lives to reality
Each day the tales unfold
As I write their lives down on paper
One line at a time
My soul into each one
Until their stories are complete


© Kristen Ricketts 2018


Memories Abate

She pauses in the middle of the road
Decades have past since she stood in this spot
No longer is she the young headstrong girl in search of her destiny
Now, alone, she searches for herself
Bewildered, she remembers little of what remains in this small town
A breeze kicks up dirt
Her hair temporarily obstructing her gaze
And for a moment, just beyond her field of vision
The man she left all those years ago
But, as the wind dies down
Any remembrance of him vanishes
Again, she is alone


© Kristen Ricketts 2018
Photo from Pixabay



The paper’s edge curls
Flame held against the parchment
Words lost to the world



© Kristen Ricketts
Photo from Pixabay

The Forgotten

A cold breeze blows through the corridor
Empty nothingness
The flames of the fire flicker
Barely casting heat into cold, damp murkiness
Silence louder than any thought
An icy caress the only reminder of existence

©Kristen Ricketts

Daily Prompt- Forlorn

Road Less Traveled

A long journey
Culminating with two routes
Torn between the road less traveled, and the well worn path
Always gravitating toward the uncomplicated
But not this time
I trudge on
Through the tangled vines and overgrown grass
Each step carrying me closer to my purpose
The foreboding feeling of failure
A constant feeling of inadequacy
An endless battle
The exhausting journey proving to be the most rewarding


© Kristen Ricketts

Snow falls

I stand on the ridge
Observing the village below
The smell of snow lingering on the breeze
In the distance, the sky turns grey
The impending threat of a squall

Soon, the valley will become serene
Like a painting, glittering with diamonds
As the first snow of the season
Gently falls from the heavens
Each snowflake unique

The undisturbed beauty,
Of the flawless landscape
As the ground is slowly blanketed
By the snowfall
All noise, muted

The view, indescribably enchanting
As the moon begins to rise
On the fresh snow
The glow, illuminating the earth
A glimmering iridescence 

And I continue my watch
Like a silent guardian

© Kristen Ricketts

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