Thursday photo prompt: Murmur #writephoto
Red sky, flames from a hidden fire
Illuminates the dark barren land
Black clouds tendrils reaching
Searching the darkness for something lost
The sheer weight of it pushing me down
Slowing my footsteps
I longed for the murmur of waves along the shore
Where I paddled as a child
Somehow, I have been dropped into this wasteland
An unwanted morsel of humanity
No sign of life save for the starlings
Swaying, painting their patterns across the dark grey
Their sky murmur, a last dance before sleep
Reminding me of many a last dance
Played out over time
Do those lost lovers touch in sweet refrain?
Does our world echo a continuous murmur of love?
Do we feed from this almost silent murmur?
Like hungry children
I think it must be so, for we are still here
Swaying, dancing our own murmur in silence…
©Anita Dawes
This post is our tribute to Sue Vincent, for all the lovely prompts she has given us with #Writephoto over the years. To cheer her up on these dark days… GET WELL SOON, Sue…
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