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A Scarlet Bell, Ringing

Written in response to a word list prompt at The Sunday Whirl.

Kissed enough? Then off to sleep
Sleep tugging at you like a run
in a silk stocking or the threat
of a run a catch in the silk
Catch at it now and you’re there
In this dream You must cross through
Cross through the mist alone
You may hear others, whole groups
of them They are crossing too
Voices carry in the mist carry over
evergreens voices from another path
Directionless? Who can say? Not you,
busy as you are ringed with mist
thickening to fog folds around you
a dampened blanket, gray and deep
Listen for the scarlet bell of your destination
ringing somewhere loud and close
then soft and farther but ringing
Always till you arrive.

One response »

  1. Very beautifully written!


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