dVerse Prosery: 7 Dec 2021

Something About Red Tulips

Your hand. As I sleep. Or do I dream. Is it your dream, or mine, or am I the voyeur, watching someone else’s dream. In your stories I am undressed, and so I dress in their stories. Patterned and purple. As night wants to be me … and awake. For your hand. Again. As I sleep. On a long sweep of a marble-white thigh. And there is a roll of heat, and red tulips, and the lines wash away in a simmering seethe. Was it you who said, I love you. Or was that, too, a dream.


For dVerse Prosery: Include the line “I dress in their stories patterned and purple as night” from “When We Sing of Might” by Kimberly Blaeser. Prosery 144 words max. ©Misky 2021 Photo by Mateus Campos Felipe on Unsplash The Rape of Proserpina, Rome, Italy.

29 responses to “dVerse Prosery: 7 Dec 2021”

  1. very sexy, Misky! ❤

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    1. Thanks, David.

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  2. Nice subtle eroticism here!

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  3. Magnificent. Love the dressed and undressed dream. So much steam, Misky.

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    1. Sometimes you need a bodice ripper to break the tedium of a Covid-partial-lockdown. 😂

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  4. Love those red tulips…

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  5. This is so sensual, but dreamy and mysterious, too. It sounds like it could be part of something longer that I’d like to read.

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  6. I like the concept of a “Bodice ripper”. This erotic surrealism, is a dream landscape hitched to steamy stream of consciousness; very well done, with some interesting twists on the prompt quote.

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    1. Thanks, Glenn!

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  7. Tge dreamscape works.it magic with your words. Nice one

    Thanks for dropping by to read mine

    Much💜love

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  8. Sizzling hot, Misky. I like the questions, and maybe even more I like that they are rhetorical, where the answers are irrelevant to the moment. Well done!

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      1. You’re welcome.

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  9. Very erotic! Had me and Dauphy blushing. Now, usually I can’t remember dreams, but last night I dreamed that I was shopping with Prince William, helping him to choose a fireplace for his gran’s Christmas present! How sad is that! 😂

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    1. Apologies to your sensitivities, Dauphy. 😂 Hard to believe that image is of a marble statue; the flesh looks real. I’m sure the Queen will like such a practical gift. Windsor must be an ice cube in winter. ☃️

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      1. 🤣🤣 No need for apologies. I hope you’re right about the gift. I don’t want to end up in the Tower!

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        1. You shouldn’t worry. If you hear a voice shouting up at you, Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your long hair, you’ll know it’s the Uber delivery man with your curry dinner.

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  10. Love the sensuality of this. Such a clever use of the prompt

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  11. This is gorgeous, Misky, both in your ekphrasis of the image and the fragmented short sentences, which makes me think of the way one might recollect a dream, in pieces gently returning. Love the way it begins, continues and then finishes with that wooing last line: “Was it you who said, I love you. Or was that, too, a dream.” ❤

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    1. Thank you so very much for your lovely comment.

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  12. Lovely read. Well done.

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    1. Thank you very much, Bill.

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      1. Very welcome 🙂

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