The crows land on a tiled roof.
Stones of the old church are unwelcoming.
Ancient and powerful, the birds call to us. We are ignorant of their language. We quicken our pace.
Clouds disperse into the arms of sunset.
Their magic is misunderstood. Met with judgement and fear.
The Goddess sighs, asking them away. They take flight, shattering the remaining blue of a fading day.
She folds her wings, settling in the nook of a stained glass window.
My #writephoto, a weekly writing prompt for poetry/flash/short stories hosted by Sue Vincent
Nice, Sarah… and with more truth than we’d probably be comfortable with too 😉
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Yes. *sigh* Power, magic, truth… The world turns away.
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I don’t have to say how much I love this. I think you already know. Wow, Sarah. Amazing. #mast ❤
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A short one, even for me, but…I like it. Thanks, my friend. #mast ❤️
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Poetic. A lovely accompaniment to the photo. I think we have forgotten how to listen to the birds and to nature.
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Thank you. ❤️ Yes, I think we have forgotten.
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A lovely response to the prompt, Sarah.
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Thank you. ❤
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Ominous and thought provoking my friend. I love your short stories. Currently reading your book! ❤
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Thanks, Debby. ❤ And you're reading?! I wasn't sure you'd get to it this summer. Thank you! The book is a bit “ominous and thought provoking”, too, I think. I hope you're enjoying it.
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I am! Dark it is my friend, but oh so thought provoking, ❤
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The birds have their own language and if we listen silently we may understand their feelings.
Flight of questions
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If we listen, that’s true. And if we are still able to understand their language. 🙂 Hopefully, we haven’t forgotten it completely.
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