Way Stone #writephoto


The monolith stood grave

and silent

surveying his domain.

 

Once a proud beacon;

a symbol

for his people.

 

No longer.

 

But he is not

forgotten.

 

The songbirds

now sing

his praises

and the breezes

carry

sweet fragrances to him.

 

The rainclouds dance

and gently bath him

and the sun shines down

to wrap him

in warmth.

 

The Way Stone

will watch over this forest

until the songbirds

no longer sing.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

*This is in response to SuE Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.  If you’d like to join in, you can find out all about the fun HERE. 

Sacrifice


I always knew there was something Dark in you.  Then the day came when you revealed your true self.

You didn’t see me hidden in the dark as I followed you.

Your rituals, rehearsed and practiced millions of times.  Would I die for seeing them?

You raise your hands and the people fall silent.  Did I see worship in their eyes?

The danger of my curiosity now realized, I shrank back from the glow of the fire.

You raise your face to the heavens, the fire glow turning your skin crimson.

With a booming voice that I did not recognize, you said “Bring the sacrifice forward!”

Suddenly there were hands on me, pulling me up and dragging me, stumbling, toward the fire.

My curiosity always did get me into trouble.

Copyright (C) 2017 Penny Wilson

Sacrifice


fire

I always knew there was something Dark in you.  Then the day came when you revealed your true self.

You didn’t see me hidden in the dark as I followed you.

Your rituals, rehearsed and practiced millions of times.  Would I die for seeing them?

You raise your hands and the people fell silent.  Did I see worship in their eyes?

The danger of my curiosity now realized, I shrank back from the glow of the fire.

You raise your face to the heavens, the fire glow turning your skin crimson.

With a booming voice that I did not recognize, you said “Bring the sacrifice forward!”

Suddenly there were hands on me, roughly pulling me up and dragging me, stumbling, toward the fire.