Written for OLWG #34
Shadorma
Shhh, listen
do you hear those sounds?
High pitched and
tortured wails,
the hollow sounds of dying.
Now, only poppies.
American Sentence
Sometimes on nights like this I can hear the songs of ghosts in the cotton.
This week’s prompts are only one:
- ghosts in the fields
Don’t think! Write!
You have 25 minutes but if it takes longer – just don’t tell anyone.