A Wounded Pilgrim The flame flickers, and goes out, the candle smokes with wisps like cottonwood. An angel's wings, or was it a divine gust. A woman rushes her rosary, fingers the beads, movement like cogs in a gear, sounds, razor sharp fall from her lips. She buzzes like a bee. A pious woman, a wounded pilgrim, and she streams God like music.
Written for Fireblossom. Words included: bees; cottonwood; razor. AI Digital Art is mine and created using Midjourney’s bot (v4). Image and poem ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney