She was the delicate kind of beautiful, intricate and refined. Her feathers in hues flowing from deepest crimson to blazing yellow. Bird of resurrection, bird of the immortal soul she is known as. Majestic, mystic creature, magical being of mythology. Yet to me she was child and friend, needing love and protection like any living thing. I found her one winter's night in the embers of the hearth fire. To this day I have no idea how she got there. I was heading off to bed when I noticed the tiny flamed form I thought an errant spark escaped from the embers.
< this is sadly how far I got in five minutes who knew how fast it's over ...
Writing notes:
This was written for the 5 minute #freewrite by @mariannewest I am not really sure I am elegable to just but in and submit something but I was intrigued to try. It seems I am slow as dirt when writing I not notice before as this was the first time I timed myself.
(Image credit Dave Renike and a portrait of the fair jubilee made by myself turned into this here universal truth meme)
art courtesy of @PegasusPhysics