Poem from Midweek Melting Prompt

Here’s a poem I made using words from the Midweek Melting prompt at the Rosemary Mint blog :

Old Barn

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

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5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Shawna
    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”

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  2. TheOthers1
    May 26, 2012 @ 01:57:45

    Oh gosh! What in the world was going on with her to force her to this? So sad.

    Reply

  3. Vikki (The View Outside)
    May 26, 2012 @ 05:46:32

    My, what an inspiring picture 🙂

    Great poem honey xx

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  4. linneann
    May 26, 2012 @ 14:55:57

    So sad but beautifully worded.

    Reply

  5. cookiemomma
    Jun 03, 2012 @ 13:44:09

    The picture is stunning! The words are so sad though.

    Reply

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