Red sky, flames from a hidden fire
Illuminates the dark barren land
Black clouds tendrils reaching
Searching the darkness for something lost
The sheer weight of it pushing me down
Slowing my footsteps
I longed for the murmur of waves along the shore
Where I paddled as a child
Somehow, I have been dropped into this wasteland
An unwanted morsel of humanity
No sign of life save for the starlings
Swaying, painting their patterns across the dark grey
Their sky murmur, a last dance before sleep
Reminding me of many a last dance
Played out over time
Do those lost lovers touch in sweet refrain?
Does our world echo a continuous murmur of love?
Do we feed from this almost silent murmur?
Like hungry children
I think it must be so, for we are still here
Swaying, dancing our own murmur in silence…
This post is our tribute to Sue Vincent, for all the lovely prompts she has given us with #Writephoto over the years. To cheer her up on these dark days… GET WELL SOON, Sue…