Author: Mel A ROWE

Australian Bestselling Author, Mel A ROWE creates escapes for today’s busy women to enjoy from the comfort of home. Delivered with a dash of drama, witty humour and quirky family units, Mel is known for reinventing romantic versions of home, taking her story's common characters on uncommon journeys that lead from boardrooms to billabongs as they try to find their own HAPPILY EVER AFTER. Find Mel at https://www.MelAROWE.com

Planet’s Paradise

I tasted a glimpse of paradise

when I first kissed him on this planet

where he

re-shaped,

re-coloured

& re-outlined

my monochromatic world.

He became the foundation of strength

I the support

where his words wove the wonder of two worlds

together we built a bridge that earthed our once lost souls.

He revoked the weary from my smile

breathed hope into me

& made it a home.

He became

my everyday paradise

where listening to his heartbeat

is my lush lullaby of nature serenading my moon.

It might be a tiny part of paradise but to me, I’m so glad he invaded my planet.

by Mel A ROWE

Eternal Rain

you

had me

in that moment

when your presence pirated my mind

you threw an invisible lasso that tightened around me

in a time when I’d been an emotional shipwreck

.

still,

you chose to be my anchor

among those sweet exotic scents of summer that surrounded you

sinking us deeper into wetter sands

.

now,

watching a fragrant frangipani flower

follow a floating fallen leaf.

I dream of the taste of salty skin

that washes away my fortress of sand

hoping to stop me sinking into this sorrow

to stop trembling from the aftermath of a tornadic storm

.

yet,

 I knew

the waves whispered to the mermaids of that one summer love

where you were my sizzling summer season

symbolic of our sensual life-long story

.

now

it was just a closed door in the rain

.

yet,

there’s magic within a mere moment

if you listen to the wordless silence

that echoes for the moon

it’s where

I pray in this rain

carrying my jar of wishes

where among those ashes’ crystals are formed

to be tossed beyond

the time-told traditions

high into this magical storm

beyond the whispers melting into the mosaic wall cracks

that threatened to shadow our eternal dance on their beliefs

.

because I knew,

amid this slow centred storm,

he was the lightning

bringing his thunder

and I,

the lunatic

naked, aged,

& unburdened

chose to cross that corner

was ready to dance eternally within the rain.

by Mel A ROWE

The Interview

“And your prognosis?” She leaned back, scrutinizing the male across the desk.

“Um…” He fidgeted with his wedding ring. “Err…”

“At this rate, I’m won’t be getting my fifteen minutes of quality time.” Arms crossed, she scanned the room with a huff of disdain. “Tick-tock.”

His fingers tugged at his too-tight collar. “Well, the reports and our tests—”

“Prove, what?” Her swinging crossed leg made her stiletto’s heel to glint in the light like the tip of a black dagger.

His mouth went dry, unable to swallow. “Um, well if you look at—”

“I don’t want to look at the images I can find at home. I’m here for a report. Your verbal presentation. Not a show and tell lesson. I want to know strengths. Weaknesses.” She shifted in her seat. “These chairs are so uncomfortable.”

“I can get you another one?”

“And waste my fifteen-minute time slot. Listen, Mr,” she said, checking her wristwatch. “I want to know the basics. Simple—failure or pass? Brain scientist or truck driver.”

“No one fails grade two and your son is doing well.” Relieved to see her smile, he dabbed at the sweat from his brow, mumbling, “I hate parent-teacher interviews.”

200 words

from the flash collection HOME SWEET—NOT.

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by Mel A ROWE