The Years Behind
Life felt like a stepping stone
on a never-ending journey,
a succession of roadside attractions
visited then forgotten.
Lush green days decorated
with minnowed creeks and
rhubarb pied chins felt like forever,
until it wasn’t. Gravity pulled, heavy
as chains dragged through red clay.
Unending hours surrounded by
a leafy denseness, the world orbiting
around an isolated center.
Still, a flicker of hope
for that pathway to starlight
at the end of blue.
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Prompt via The Wombwell Rainbow
Image courtesy of Kerfe Roig
Charlotte Hamrick 
Reblogged this on The Wombwell Rainbow.
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Lovely, Charlotte. 💙
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Thanks for reading, Merril!
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posted this on the Wombwell reblog which I read first…
Gravity pulls, but the stars give us wings. (K)
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Mmm green days and rhubarb. Lovely words and art and all.
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