Thank you to everyone who participated in this week’s photo prompt. Some posts have been reblogged, but please click on the links below to visit all the posts and leave a comment for the author! A new prompt will be published later today.
The photograph was taken on the moors in Derbyshire, when we sheltered in a rickety lean-to from a downpour, with a stream rushing past our feet and learned the sacred use of woodsmoke, but that is a tale all on its own. We were, in that isolated place, isolated still further by the curtain of falling rain and looking out through the gap in the corrugated sheeting and stone, I wondered how many people feel that way… and how many impose such isolation on themselves.
Little light remains.
A narrowing portal,
But a little glimpse
Of beauty.
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Within a brittle shell
Of frozen fears
Petrified tears
Paralyse.
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Piece by piece enclosed
Exile, self-imposed
That hides within itself
Insecurity.
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Darkest isolation,
Remembered light forgotten
Battles projected shadows
In the silence.
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Eyes that will not look
Afraid of phantoms,
Hearing but derision,
Escape refused.
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Light looks on in sorrow;
Seeks the lightest rift
In such fragility
For healing.
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Please take a moment to visit all the contributors to read their entries:
D.Wallace Peach at Myths of the Mirror
Kim M. Russell at Writing in North Norfolk
Vivienne Kearns at Sanditon Press
Sri Sudha K at Naa Prapancham,My World…
Alka from Magnanimous Word added this.
Thanks Sue! Great entries again!
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And so many this week 🙂
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Your poem touches deep into a site that would seem to be soaked with history. As they say… if these walls could talk.
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There is an ancient settlement and stone circle close by… who knows what the stones have seen.
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Hi Sue, I know I’m late; here’s my take
https://srisudhak.wordpress.com/2016/07/13/lets-fly/
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