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The River Banks

The river.  Just a small body of water.  The banks steep.  My world on one side.  Theirs on the other.  I gaze out through these cloistered windows at the lives led beyond them.  A man walks through the park with family and friends.  A picnic yesterday among the trees, with children at play.  Sometimes, I watch an old man sit and feed the ducks.  His hands shake from age.  Perhaps they shake from the liquid he finds in the bottle he presses to his lips.  Sometimes a young girl brings her school books and contemplates the blue, blue sky while watching passers-by in front of her.  After a while, a young man meets her there.  They touch and laugh.  Her face lights up in his presence.  I wonder about these lives.  I imagine myself as one of them on occasion.  Blasphemy, I know.  But sometimes I do wonder… What are the river banks protecting me from?

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

  • Just a bit of imagination here.  This was prompted by Frank’s Tuesday Photo prompt. If you would like to join in on the fun, you can find out all about it HERE.

Author:

Penny Wilson is an international writer who writes in several genres. She has written articles for WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published in online journals, such as Ariel Chart, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. Penny is a member of the Austin Poetry Society. Her poetry has been featured in the publication America's Emerging Poets 2018 & 2019 by Z Publishing and Poets Quarterly and Dual Coast Magazine published by Prolific Press. Penny is an advocate for Mental Health Awareness and has the page "Mental Health Help" on her blog. She writes about the struggles of mental illnesses and Depression. She is passionate about spreading awareness for Suicide Prevention and Domestic Abuse. She expresses her passion through her writings of poetry and life experiences. You can find more of her writings on her blog at https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.

13 thoughts on “The River Banks

  1. Love this Penny… it could go on further. Why is the narrator segregated? Who is the narrator? ‘cloistered windows’… is the narrator imprisoned somehow? Oh the questions! A tantalising piece indeed.

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