Arrivals and departures
Irresistible lure of the newsstand
Realisation that the trip is over
Praying that the flight is on time
Only worry is “will the suitcase survive?”
Really should have packed less
Trips are fun
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We each set out together
Choosing a different path through the trees.
At points our paths converged briefly
Then peeled away
Taking each of us a different route through the trees
Sunlight warmed us
The leaves provided shade
The trees themselves gave us warmth and wisdom
We each navigated our way through the forest
Hearing our own messages as we travelled
Before each arriving at the end of the trail
In our own time.
Mirroring a journey through grief and healing.
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When she opened her eyes,
The seasons had moved on…
Time hadn’t stood still.
The heat was gone from the sun.
There was a chill in the air.
It was time to move on.
Time to seek freedom.
The world still weighted heavily on her.
As she walked the load lightened.
She began to breathe again,
Taking deeper and deeper breaths.
Feeling the sun on her back,
She savoured the taste of autumn.
Turning to face the October sun,
She smiled and walked on
Leaving the shadows to fall behind.
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Last week I shared the above photo as part of my photoblog and commented that it would make a good story prompt. It triggered a few creative thoughts but it was a dark poetic thought that fought its way to the surface.
PINECONES
Promising peace and privacy.
Insulation from the world outside.
No pain could reach through the low hanging branches.
Echoes of the past flooding her mind.
Crawling inside to lie curled on a bed of pine needles.
One single tear slid soundlessly down her cheek.
No one would find her hiding in here.
Escape from her grief filled world.
Sanctuary to process her thoughts.
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Coral McCallum 