Friday Writings #212: Luxurious Feels

Luxury (like any other complex term) is in the eye of the beholder. After weeks half-freezing in wintry swamps, a simple hot shower is the high of luxury. If you’ve ever scrambled (and eaten) a couple of eggs (okay, a cup of egg-like substance) in the middle of the desert, while the wind is feeling particularly frisky, then you know real luxury would involve scrambled eggs without a sandy crunch. 

But could you (while sitting at home, comfy and warm) really think of a shower and eggs as real luxuries? Some of us would say, “Of course not!” While other of us understand that some days, having enough energy to get out of bed and shower AND then scramble some eggs is not just a luxury but a miracle. See? Luxury is totally subjective. 

So, with that in mind, my dear poets and storytellers, for today’s optional prompt, I invite you to write poetry and prose about something that feels luxurious to you. I suspect the possibilities will be as vast as personalities… 

Please add the direct link to your response to Mister Linky. One post per participant. 369 words maximum (excluding title). Let your poetry or prose be old or new, inspired by the prompt or by a topic of your choosing. Visit other contributors. Read their writings… Let them know what their words do for your feels. 

next week, we invite you to write poetry or prose which includes one (or more) of the following 3 sets of words: 1. flesh/spirit, 2. spring/winter, 5. love/indifference.