For visually challenged writers, the image shows a sheer drop from old stone… a bridge, perhaps, or the battlements of a castle… there is no way to tell… Below is deep, dark water, swirling, fringed by autumnal trees…
Don’t stand and stare,
The dark water may drag you deeper
to a place you do not want to go
Throw your coin, make a wish, do not linger.
The autumn tree to your right,
Never moves into summer.
If you want to see another sun filled day,
Move on swiftly.
This stretch of dark water has a reputation
For calling sad souls to let go of life
To enter the world below
Those that have slipped below the water,
Lie in wait, lonely, needing new heartache
To feed their dark world
Let your wish be, to bless the water.
Send those sad souls on their way…
© Anita Dawes 2021