Writing Prompt: Poetry

She looked at the crystal goblet and the dark liquid it contained.
She pursed her ruby lips, wondering.
The thin goblet sparkled in the light,
but the liquid within was so dark to be almost black.
They had been told to drink.
She tucked her long blond hair behind her left ear, staring.

He tried to ignore the metal chalice,
glancing around the room he saw riches.
The two women sitting in the room with him seemed to be ignoring him.
He did –
not understand.
He wondered if the goblets were the puzzle.
He wondered why the room had no windows. He smoothed his hands down his silk tunic.
He stood up so fast his chair fell to the floor.
The two women flinched at the noise and he started to pace.

She picked up the simple glass vessel,
examining, wondering, and
debating. She felt overwhelmed. She did not fit in.
She wanted out of this room. She looked up at the woman and man sitting at the table with him but then,
quickly she looked down to her lap.
She picked at the loose thread in her simple dress but then looked back at the goblet in front of her.
The simple glass goblet was light weight but hard to hold.
The drink contained within was light but not like water.
For the first time, she looked to the woman at her left and the man at her right.
(When had he sat down again?)

They drank.

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Not really great, but I did it. Prompt found here.

Author: Histamine Queen

Nerd, wife, knitter, writer, cat mom, and comic book reader w/masters of science in Applied Sociology.

I have histamine intolerance, lots of food allergies and sensitivities – including gluten. And I have multiple sclerosis fibromyalgia, asthma, drug allergies, and migraines. Basically, I have a collection of invisible chronic health problems. I don’t just survive these things, but sometimes I do hate them because I see doctors so often that keeping healthy and staying full time employed is currently impossible.