Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Thursday photo prompt: Crown #writephoto

 

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a well trodden pathway through a field of mown wheat. The path leads up a hill to a green mound crowned with jagged standing stones.

 

Whispering Sisters

When I run out of road all I need

are mended words to heal my soul

I cross well-worn tracks

through new-mown wheat

Where whispering stones stand calling

Sharp, stubbled, a bed of nails

Ripping skin as I walk

Is it penance?

The stones whisper louder

carried to me by soft winds

Beware as you stand in the centre

The four sisters will send their warming hug

Are you ready to meet your true self?

Let your troubles fall away like autumn leaves

Bathe your mind in the sweet sound of a choir

As the stones lift their voices for you

The lush green land you stand on is sacred

Remove your shoes, let the energy

Enter the soles of your feet

Are you ready to walk new roads?

Clear of old karma?

As you leave the whispering stones

for new pilgrims, you hear

The music of a new day…

©anitadawes 2020