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.
Excellent! 😎🥀
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Both so evocative, especially the first. I make a point of not reading your posts until I have tackled the prompts. Still, it seems we went to similar places.
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Ah, the sounds of nature, natural or not…
like the almost cricket chirp of some electronics that just started up… that Hubby seems to think is normal. I wonder if it will go away as mysteriously as it appeared?
Nice poetics. 😉
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Glad you enjoyed this.
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Your American Sentence would make a grand opener for a larger piece as well.
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