The Prophecy (Remixed) It was grey silt that bubbled up heat from the depths. It was a keening, a sibyl's wisdom, like tea leaves in the bottom of a cup.
These poems/prose are draft versions, written in participation of Miz Quickly’s prompts “a particular tree” and Writers’ Digest (Poetic Asides) “second thoughts” November poem-a-day challenge. The aim: to produce a chapbook for submission. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Images are ©Misky, and created using AI-Midjourney.