Monday 29 September 2014

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
 
 
 

 

Wednesday 24 September 2014

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