The wishing tree stood alone by the still, white water,
Festooned with ribbons of every colour
A fallen rainbow reflected there.
I could see one scarlet ribbon hanging low
Its ragged edge touching the water
As if wanting to be washed clean.
I run my fingers down this lonely ribbon
Feeling the weight of sadness
Within the strand of red.
My tears fall, tiny ripples spread across the water
My tears mingled with those of the child
Who had placed the scarlet ribbon here?
My fingers are numb from having touched it
I left, feeling as if someone had touched me
Calling for help…
Inspired by Anita’s book, The Scarlet Ribbon: https://myBook.to/SRIBS