A magical new weekly writing opportunity from Jenne Gray and C. E. Ayr.
The rules are:
Maximum of 250 words.
Inspired by photo prompt below.
That’s it.
© Ayr/Gray
Lands of Death
The moon is out the stars on high
Pillars of stone reach towards the sky.
Listening softly you hear your breath
In this land of such loss and death.
In the coolness of dusk your breath is steam
Soft puffs reflecting the twilight gleam.
Thinking the lives below so long gone
Sadness so great, you barely carry on.
You say some prayers, think good thoughts
For great winners here and the have-nots.
Walking silently, by the chiseled grey stones
Contemplating, most inhabitants here, are merely bones.
Talking in your mind, no words out loud said
Reverent silence, in respect for the dead.
You should be leaving soon you know
Impending darkness, stars are beginning to show.
You say your goodbyes to loved ones at rest
You miss them dearly, they’ve finished life’s tests.
Prayers complete, you leave briskly with intention
As these places at night, bear creepy mention…
-AAA 09/12/2024
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