poetry · prose

Skint

Friday, January 11, 2019. Daily Brit Wit.
Skint:
Adjective, British informal
(Of a person) having little to no money available.

“My dear light,

Your friendship is a treasure.

A soft glow in the blanket of night, mutated green on a black canvas, I have never feared you but have always been breathless at the thought of your absence

you follow me like a shadow that never appears when I turn around

you safeguard me like a stubborn asteroid forever in my orbit

you love me as gently as a quietly hopeful epilogue, soft sparks of affection humming through my body

you are it: the personification of love.

It always seems as if I am a tad skint yet I am rich in your friendship and love

daisies fall from the sky, lavenders entice me closer, as lilies guide me home like gold brought settlers West

yet I am greedy only for your company

you put me on top of the world and allowed me to be your equal

moons singing lullabies for restless, insomniac stars and the sun stretching softly and sharing heat freely, cocooning the Milky Way into blessed contentment

all I can see is how you’ve influenced those around us.

My heart is soft and my brain-space is calm and I feel the harmony knitting together like a wintry jumper

and I’m so thankful.

You have all my love, yours xoxo.”

 

© The Loyal Brit Wit, 2019


Last one of the series! Previous ones found with sorrow, grief, misery, darkness, joy, happiness, and satisfaction. Thanks for reading, Kelsey xox.

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5 thoughts on “Skint

  1. “moons singing lullabies for restless, insomniac stars and the sun stretching softly and sharing heat freely, cocooning the Milky Way into blessed contentment…”

    Oh….wowee.

    Fell a bit in love with this stanza.

    Much talent you’re brightly shining on us honey

    Loved this

    💚🖤❤️💜🔥😊😉💛💝🧡💘💞💓😘💋

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    1. My love and adoration for galactic metaphors doesn’t know any bounds… and felt like messing around with the usual approach… so, of course, super duper happy this particular one spoke of you, M! Thank you thank you thank you!!!

      ♥️💕♥️💕💜💙😎🌸🔥🎈🖤🤩😇😭😘

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  2. You write the most poetic lines. It may interest you that here, in rural Newfoundland, skint means awesome, wonderful. “This pan seared cod is skint.” 🙂

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      1. You are kindly welcome. Most of our words come from regions of the UK but over time, isolation has helped us twist them into something else. Like you. I love word origins and how words mean different things to different cultures. Cheers!!!

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