It's Still Life

On the Road Again

A piece of gravel
wedged deep in the tyre,
a rhythmic percussion,
clip-clop-and-clicking
on the road as I drove
into twilight’s warmth.
The sky filled with
blood-colour amaryllis sunset,
and I could only think —
“Red sky at night, shepherd’s delight”.
 
 
 

©️ Misky 2010-2020. It’s been a very long time since I wrote to a Poet’s United prompt but this one caught my imagination.

For this Weekly Scribblings edition, pick any three words from the given word list … please keep it to 369 words or fewer.
amaryllis somewhat percussion darkness grapefruit
deep cast warmth blood touch
gravel twilight lips sky sleep
bedside scones fervour harbinger cogitation