mondayblogs – Morrighan's Muse

soup

Published on October 25, 2021October 25, 2021 by Liz1 Comment

he ate the soup
you made for him
a few weeks
before you died. it was
sitting in the freezer
with a strip of masking tape
over the lid, his father’s name
written in your hand.

before october last year,
he used to call it
grandma rocket soup
because he thought she made it
when the whole time,
it was you. but when she died,
he replaced grandma’s name
with yours and now
he eats it quietly,
taking his time, as if
savoring every bite.

he thanked you, too, you know,
as soon as he finished
the bowl. he ate the entire thing,
the last bowl of soup
you made
for him.

lists

Published on October 18, 2021October 17, 2021 by Liz5 Comments

lately i’ve found myself making lists.
one for today, another for tomorrow,
and yet another for someday
when things get better
but even that’s just a lie
as everything
around me
collapses.

too many deaths, too many regrets
too many fights, too much bitterness
all i can do is right the ship and hold on
no room for weakness

but this heart is too soft, too kind
hopeful that things will get better
and that people will return to kindness
and maybe a little bit of
understanding
even as reality tells me
it’s just a dream.

for there’ve been too many lies,
too much manipulation, so many threats to take in
that all i can do is hope that my heart holds on
and find strength within.

rest

Published on August 30, 2021August 29, 2021 by Liz3 Comments

some people come into your life
needing no rhyme nor reason
in their presence, you feel your heart smile,
you hear your soul sing
the weight you’ve been carrying lightens,
and the tears no longer sting

suddenly you find yourself smiling
more than you ever thought possible
you find yourself feeling safe
some days, you even feel unstoppable
all because you opened your heart
when i was at my most vulnerable

so thank you, dearest friend,
for being there for me even now
after all this time, when everyone else has gone
their merry way, thank you
for being there for me when I needed
a good reminder I’m never alone.

In His Study: A Short Story (Audio)

Published on April 12, 2021 by LizLeave a comment

I wrote In His Study six years ago in response to a writing prompt about a person’s character based on items in his desk drawer. While it didn’t really follow the prompt to the letter, I loved writing it and watching each character unfold on the page.

In His Study features one of my all-time favorite couples Luna and Devlin whose story I will go back to this year.

Until then, here’s a peek into their new life in London. I hope you like it!

discarded notes: 14

Published on April 5, 2021April 4, 2021 by LizLeave a comment

is there a secret to falling in love
or is being in lust with you
so much easier on the heart
that i should refrain
from letting my mind tell me
to stop and just go for the ride
and fall and drown,
and like a magic trick,
appear unbruised,
like new?

hush

Published on March 15, 2021March 15, 2021 by LizLeave a comment

hush, they’re watching, reading
between the lines of the words i write,
wondering if they’re for you and of that,
they’d be right.

shh, don’t speak, at least
not yet. not until i collect my thoughts
and find the words to say to you…
words meant to connect

two souls so far apart yet so near
only we didn’t know it. two hearts beating
their lonely rhythms, not knowing what comes next
for there is no rhyme or reason

why we love the ones we love and why
we fall for the ones we fall for. but to hear your voice
whispering in my ear, let me just say with you,
i’ll give you everything you want and more.

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Published on March 1, 2021March 2, 2021 by LizLeave a comment

your heartbeat
is my current playlist
its rhythm in tune
with my own
leaving me in want
of nothing more
but your trust
and your secrets,
a reminder
of just how far
we’ve come.

secret place

Published on February 1, 2021 by Liz1 Comment

secrets…
we all have them
and you’re mine
you’re the one
i’ll be thinking of
when no one is looking
time after time

it took forever
for us to figure things out
but with you here with me
your touch,
your voice
erases every
doubt

so i’ll keep you
hidden away
in my deepest secret place
as you keep me safe
in your strong
and warm
embrace

impatient

Published on January 25, 2021January 25, 2021 by LizLeave a comment

it’s the waiting that derails me every time
it takes over everything else i do
making me wonder if i said something i shouldn’t have
did i speak out of turn instead of waiting for you?

and so i sit here patiently
knowing there’s a lesson waiting for me somewhere
the same one that keeps coming back until i learn it
and the whole time you were always there.