Tag: fiction

deep we descend into the forest grim before summer touches our soul

spring the rain brings life to the city’s stillness

deep into the forest: is where the city goes to die

i miss the coast: its sharp edges and unforgiving winds where even the hardest of men turn soft

someone or something unseen clears its throat and the sound hangs strangely in this lonely space

wings flutter and the odd old tree groans

the quiet retreats: imagine a pulse that expands and contracts on contact with sound

rise and fade: glass towers on the horizon obscured by a curtain of haze

water taps lightly waking cold stone

sound lingers in this sacred space of dark deciding on its next course of action