This week’s prompt ~ Causeway
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a calm seascape in half-light, with a pathway of stone leading through the waters towards the horizon.
I stand barefoot on the wet sand
beside the ragged rocks
Of a long-forgotten causeway
Beneath a soft blue sky
with the straight-line horizon before me
I await for evening
As I have for the past 72 years
To stand beneath the blood moon
Once every ten years
When the Isle of Lenora can be seen
whitewashed walls gleaming under the red moon.
The first time I stood here I was twelve
My father told me the story
Never believed I had seen the shining city,
I think he was disappointed at never having seen it himself
After so many years, time passed,
I believed my father when he said I had imagined it
Now I wait on wet sand, wondering how I can reach
Beyond the horizon to enter the white walls of Lenora…
( For visually challenged reader, the photo shows a man, on a pier, in a carefree swinging movement. A body of water is visible in the background)
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a hidden waterfall, surrounded by high rocky banks and trees, cascading into a dark pool.
This week’s prompt ~ Cascade
Broken coloured shards of light
inside a kaleidoscope
caught inside a tumble dryer
that’s how my life feels.
Broken, trapped inside a bubble
waiting for someone to burst it
let the pieces out, try to put them back together.
How can one life be so fractured, splintered?
How can I have wasted so much time
on a fool with no eyes to see?
Was he blinded by the shards of light
from an ancient woodland?
Did the light remove part of his
knowing, his ability to love?
Can my love remove the blind?
I am reposting Anita’s lovely poem today because I am broken.
Somehow, I have become a virus victim. I don’t think it is THE virus… but today all bets are off!
my temperature keeps soaring, but not having trouble breathing, so not really sure of anything yet. I do feel a little better today, so maybe it is on the way out!
Thinking of you all,