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.
