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    Photo by Tess Kincaid: Merchant Seafarers' War Memorial, Cardiff

Where

are we?

blinded and

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 an Etheree, 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.

Your Lot

Come

again

to the well.

Take what you need

but go with nothing

except your water jar

and a dipper of kisses,

spilled out, as you start your journey.

Above all, don’t hazard a look back -

you may share the fate of Edith, and me…

This form is an etheree, an unrhymed syllable counting form with the following number of syllables per line: 1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10.  Joy has challenged us to use this form over in the Imaginary Garden.

I'm also linking to dVerse where Karin has asked us to write about water in some form or other.