Sunday, 2 February 2014

Mindful Writing 30 - Burned Diaries

My mother has walked in
from her garden;
the arms of the tulips on her
cardigan writhe like
black flames against a
pink sunset. Her eyes water,
but there is no more smoke,
no soot; her hands are clean.

Image credit: Emmi P
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This is part of the small stones writing challenge

The art of paying attention