Here’s a poem I made using words from the Midweek Melting prompt at the Rosemary Mint blog :
Old Barn
No More Tomorrows
Far away in the remote hills
Solitary decaying old barn
The door echoed its creak
The only sound to be heard
Full extent of sorrow known
Soon she would find release
Climbed up into the hay loft
Wishing for an eternal sleep
Tied to rough hewn timber
Means to end tomorrows
Never to need remember
Put away all the sorrows
Moved braid of hair aside
Rough knot against her nape
Slowly off slipped her feet
She had made her escape
May 26, 2012 @ 01:11:09
Perfect. These are my favorites:
“The door echoed its creak
The only sound to be heard
Full extent of sorrow known”
“Moved braid of hair aside
Rough knot against her nape
Slowly off slipped her feet”
May 26, 2012 @ 01:57:45
Oh gosh! What in the world was going on with her to force her to this? So sad.
May 26, 2012 @ 05:46:32
My, what an inspiring picture
Great poem honey xx
May 26, 2012 @ 14:55:57
So sad but beautifully worded.
Jun 03, 2012 @ 13:44:09
The picture is stunning! The words are so sad though.