The Rise of the Skull


The hour was late
Was this my fate?
In the rippling park
I found a mark
Total darkness
It was so airless
Shimmering paint
Ever so quaint
Swarm of crows
In my place I froze
The fury has erupted
The ground full of mud
Sweeping shadows
Everything was slow
The rise of the skull
Patterned one, I felt dull
Nowhere to hide
Farewell, I sighed

(c) ladyleemanila 2016


For: Sunday Photo Fiction – June 19th 2016 and Wordle 254 Jun 19 by Brenda Warren

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