Maranda Quinn

Words bloom like wildflowers in the garden of my heart – each pedal a syllable my mouth could never express.🩷31, totally blind, lover of poetry and prose, trying to expand my short story skills, recovering addict/possible trigger warnings!

Maranda Quinn

The Final Waltz

Maranda Quinn

1 min read

The snowflakes danced their final waltz,

A silent ballad in the fading light.

The girl stood by the frosted pane,

Her heart as cold as winter's bite.

She longed for spring's sweet resurrection,

For sunbeams to thaw her icy core.

"Perhaps," she whispered to the wind,

"The sun will mend what's torn.’’

But spring arrived with timid steps,

Its golden touch upon the earth.

The crocus bloomed, the rob...

Poetry

Drama

Dismantled The Sun

Maranda Quinn

1 min read

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

Curse the day she learned he’s never coming home.

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum,

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

The widow, veiled in black, walks through the lonely rooms,

Where echoes whisper secrets of lost days,

She touches faded photographs of bride and groom,

And wonders how love's light could ever fade.

Let aeropla...

Poetry

Romance

Distant Worlds

Maranda Quinn

1 min read

In quiet corners of their home, they dwell,

Where dust settles on old passion, and dreams decay,

They move like shadows, mere echoes of a spell,

Of a love once ablaze, now dimmed to gray.

Her eyes, like rain-soaked petals, try to hide the pain,

In her faded nightgown, she longs for an embrace,

No make up, she knows all her efforts would be in vain,

For he no longer sees the canvas of her face...

Poetry

Drama

Distractions

Maranda Quinn

1 min read

Lying in bed all alone, late at night,

Wishing you were still here, so I could hold you tight.

Scruffy, get down! Stop licking me!

I’m trying to write this poem, can’t you see?

I turn back to my paper with a furrowed brow,

Where was I? Oh yeah, I remember now.

Thinking about the day you left me all alone,

Crying, wondering if you’ll ever come back home.

Without you, skies are gray, and the ...

Poetry

Humour

A Different Art

Maranda Quinn

1 min read

Sunlight is the beautiful language,

That I can no longer translate,

A golden canvas, forever unseen,

A whispered serenade.

But in your laughter's melody, a world unfurls,

Vibrant and unafraid.

Your touch, a poem for my fingertips,

Speaks of warmth, of kindness, a whispered rhyme.

The closest thing to sunshine I will ever need.

The curve of your cheek, a comforting cliff,

A haven I find i...

Poetry

Mosaic

Maranda Quinn

1 min read

I am a China vase, so divine,

Shattered to millions of pieces.

And the question remains,

Will I ever be reassembled?

If so, will I ever be,

Worth anything at all?

Cracks trace a map of what you’ve held,

Memories of vibrant flowers,

Now ghosts of color linger, whispers,

Of a life before the fall.

But within the broken pieces,

A resilience stirs, a hidden shine,

Perhaps I’ll never be hole a...

Poetry

Romance

In Love With A Gangster

Maranda Quinn

1 min read

Lying in a criminals bed is a dangerous affair,

But when I’m wrapped up in his arms, I don’t stand a prayer.

His eyes, like wells of darkness, dare me to jump in,

I suppose I am a fool, because I drown again and again.

He wears his sins like tailored suits, stitched with crimson thread,

A pool of whispered secrets, a dance of love and dread.

His touch ignites infernos, scorching trails upon my ...

Poetry

Crime

Woman Down

Maranda Quinn

1 min read

My rule is that I used no verbs in my poem. And my poem is not about winter. Sorry guys.

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Long days, sleepless nights,

Forgotten whispers, fading lights.

Woman down, heart broken,

Tear stained pillows, Words unspoken.

Wishful thinking, foolish dreams,

Fetal position, tattered seems,

Passion lost, duplicitous lies,

False intentions, cruel disguise.

Dead roses, Wine drenched floor,

...

Poetry

Drama

The Inky Tide

Maranda Quinn

1 min read

I weave a shroud of night, a cloak of deepest black,

It wraps around my thoughts, a sorrow turning back

On memories that linger, whispers of a past,

A love that burned to embers, a dream that could not last.

The dark and well that is my heart spills forth its inky tide,

Black mascara stains my cheeks where laughter did reside.

The sun, a distant memory, veiled by a stormy sky,

No warmth can pier...

Poetry

Drama

In The Kitchen

Maranda Quinn

1 min read

Pre-dawn whispers, a rumpled landscape of sheets

where her warmth should linger.

The house, a cathedral of quiet,

Devoid of the sizzle, and clanking of pans,

that usually heralded the start of their day.

Sunlight, a thief breaching the blinds,

Stretches across the battlefield of the kitchen table.

The scent of perfume lingers on the air,

A folded parchment, a white flag of surrender,

Amidst t...

Poetry

Romance

Maranda Quinn

Maranda Quinn

The Final Waltz ￼

Dismantled The Sun ￼

Distant Worlds ￼

Distractions ￼

A Different Art ￼

Mosaic ￼

In Love With A Gangster ￼

Woman Down ￼

The Inky Tide

In The Kitchen ￼

The Final Waltz ￼

Dismantled The Sun ￼

Distant Worlds ￼

Distractions ￼

A Different Art ￼

Mosaic ￼

In Love With A Gangster ￼

Woman Down ￼

The Inky Tide

In The Kitchen ￼

The Final Waltz

Dismantled The Sun

Distant Worlds

Distractions

A Different Art

Mosaic

In Love With A Gangster

Woman Down

In The Kitchen

The Final Waltz

Dismantled The Sun

Distant Worlds

Distractions

A Different Art

Mosaic

In Love With A Gangster

Woman Down

In The Kitchen