The cold gave her focus to all senses. Lost in a richness
with textures of stone and mud...water and sand, the stillness
of old limestone, memory of imprisoned in igneous rock. Two strands
knotted, throttling each other. One reeked of iron and smoke;
another was poison, carrion, bitter dark...they did not belong here,
twisted in her bones. The knot was wedged in stone like water frozen
in a pipe, crystalline and razor-edged. Skies and temperature was warning
her to keep away...this is not yours to meddle in.
She release image of sea bird with white eyes in mist shadow, flying
and leap from fates bowl to take flight in the darkness. She coughed
and opened her eyes...with an ocean worth of grit, inclined to tremble
with embarrasement when asked to work. Ghosts cryout that death
is required to bind earth. Shadows mock a troubled sea and waves drench
shoreline when summoned by one exaulted by Mother of the Sea,
Enchantress prayers can only last until the sun raises from horizon
buried in strawberry light to warm the sky.
Author notes
prompt 7. by witchywoman_328. c h i e f m a c
A contest entry
- Dark Picture Prompts by quietheather.
950 points, ended August 18, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Good word choice and imagery. This goes great with the prompt. The only thing I don't like is that its like two paragraphs, but its your poem so its your choice. Good luck!
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Excellent
What a great write. So very creative and well done. best of luck in the contest.
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i just had a quick look at the artwork then after reading your poem, yeah, it fits well with all the elements and the magical streams which are swirling around here - a good poem.
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