Today’s prompt: oracle, brunch, volume
Brunch with ‘the oracle‘ was always good
Entertainment, an escape from ennui…
Cort was sort of George-Hamilton-ish
Dressed impeccably, expensively, his
Style matching his personality…
Volume forever cranked up High.
He knew everybody who was anybody
So that made me “Somebody”…
And I’d been intrigued by his claim
To be a psychic-whatever, though
It kinda gave me heebie-jeebies.
I wondered if his visions were
Proportionate to alcohol intake…
The volume he consumed during
Our leisurely brunches would
Have laid me out permanently.
Chatting affably and drinking
Champagne, he suddenly stopped
Mid-sentence, peered at me intently.
Before I could ask, “what??”, he said
“A cloud moved across your face, of
An interesting hue, aubergine…
Does that mean something to you?”
I sat up straighter, pondering…
“It was part of a poem,” I whispered.
“Yes! You are writing?”
I shrugged, “just the blog”.
“How does the color make you feel?”
“But you say it as a question…
Tell me what you feel.”
“I like it…it stirs my marrow”.
He rested chin on hand…“hmm, I see”.
“What do you see?” I asked impatiently.
“When the marrow is stirred, you will
Either fall in love soon…or you’ll discover
Success you didn’t realize you aspired to.”
We left the restaurant, calling to each
Other, “until next time!”
What if ‘the oracle’s’ words weren’t
Mere champagne buzz…?
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