Valentine and we walk towards the sea, your hand, a bird nesting in mine. The night is the shadows of slumbering trees, it is winged with our dreams in the brightness of spring, it is us and it is a moon.
Wrapped in brown paper, in my pocket I carry my secret, my weapon, my precious, the ring meant to tether us tight from tonight into forever.
We drape ourselves in silence soon to be shattered. Soon I will ask, and you will look at the sea before dropping the word, the promise, the song to unite us.
— and if, if you dare to say no, it still will be us two, forever together.
It is your decision you may choose the ring I have brought to strap you or the blade in my belt I brought to spill our lives in the sand.
Tonight I host Prosery at dVerse, the prompt where we write prose where we give one line for you to embed into the prose.
The line is “It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.”, from the poem Valentine by Carol Ann Duffy. Your prose shall not be longer than 144 words, including the given line.
February 14. 2022