THE TREE DWELLERS

 

 

 

Beneath a tawny canopy

Rickety rackety stilted shacks

Nestled

amongst the trees

 

September flicked her skirts

with a golden hue

 

as leaves of amber twisted and turned

And touched the ground

Silently

 

Wisps of smoke

drifted

and purpled berries glistened

with morning dew

 

 

 

Written for Magpie Tales #239. Image provided by Tess Kincaid. She provides the image. We, the story

 

In A World Of Sorrows

 

She trod carefully

Each step sending ripples

Across the lake

Minnows dart

Silver

Catching the light

A distant sun slowly wakens

the early morning

No sound but

The crunch of washed pebbles

beneath her feet

She is alone

The only person left

in a world of sorrows

No one cares

No one knows

The water cools her feet

and her heart

She walks on

To the end of time

 

 

Written for Magpie Tales #238. Image provided by Tess Kincaid

She provides the image, we the story