Photo by Tess Kincaid: , Cardiff
betrayed by time,
endless skies press down
with the weight of water.
Sanded and salted, preserved,
we thought, like a pearl of great price
lamented but unfound and scattered
so my ribs no longer know each other.
Over at the Imaginary Garden Margaret asked us to "play it again" with a previous prompt. I chose a form called anEtheree, an unrhymed syllable counting form, beginning with a first line of one syllable, and continue for ten lines increasing the syllable count by one each line, as follows: 1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10. The image is from Tess Kincaid at Magpie Tales and is also posted there. Please follow the links to both of these outstanding writing sites.