Fair: Random Words Inspired by Art

Nothing about him was fair, though he was lovely to look at, and that was the cruelty of his form. His stature, his eyes, his lips, his thighs, all of it cried foul because his perfection was purely masculine, undeniably man, but still rivaled the glory of woman.

He was lovely, and he knew it. He walked with his head tilted just enough so that his eyes looked down upon all from the slope of his nose. The gesture was unnecessary because he stood nearly a full head and shoulders over all.

His way was like that of a peacock, full of pride and glory, yet captivating. His skin was like flawless ebony that glowed from the rays of the sun. He was like the perfect night, challenging the majesty of the day and he was certainly winning.

THE BEGINNING…

I have no image to share with you all besides the one that I have painted with words. This composition of words came from my meditation upon art, searching for my muse for the next step in my creative journey.

As I searched through images created by artists that inspire me, the mingling of different genres and styles created this man in my head. I don’t know where his story will lead but I am grateful and delighted to see how one form of creative expression has given life to another. 

Visual art has born that of written art.

If you are curious as to my creative journey, I tell you that this is a part of my Creative Faith in Action, prompted by my Free Creative Course; Sow the Seeds & Seize the Dream.

Thank you for reading, and do please share your thoughts and comments below!

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

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More to the Man: Microfiction Results for Monday’s Muse June 27th 2016

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More to the Man: Microfiction

He was such a clever man. Smart in every way, even down to the precise way he tied his shoes. It made her wonder how she ever ended up with him.

She wasn’t judging. At least that wasn’t her intention. She just imagined that a less ‘precise’ person would better handle this job. She glanced down at her own clothing. She was neatly put together in a more let’s-have-a-play-day kind of way.

Rompers were her favorite. Had been since her childhood, especially the brightly colored ones. She was beyond excited that they’d made a comeback into the fashion world.

Some people believed that beer was a sign God loved them. She knew that His decision to bring back the mighty romper was more accurate.

“Ready?” He asked her, his blue eyes brightened with his query. For the first time, she noticed the tiny specks of brown that freckled them. In truth, she’d never noticed his eyes at all. Not until that day.

She’d actually only noticed his crispness and nothing else, assuming one thing about him rather than another. The truth of it embarrassed her.

“Absolutely.” She gave him a smile and tried to hold down the flush that had painted her cheeks. Clearly, there was more to the man than fine shoes and perfect hair.

He’d volunteered for this position, one that several of their co-workers had shunned. He clearly had an open heart, that, and incredible blue eyes.

THE END

* These are my results for Monday’s Muse, June 27th, 2016. To see the original prompt and rules, and maybe even see what your imagination creates by giving it a shot yourself, you can do so by clicking HERE.

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!