It's Still Life

On the Ridge Overlooking Burling Gap

To be haunted by little things.
A pale shade of sun as it
pricks forgotten grass,
cowslip,
yellow blossoming weeds.
The stir of sheep bells
and lambs hushed against
an old stone wall.
Violet dusk.
Drifting cloud.
Bald hills,
and shadows from fog.
Sometimes I could weep, but I don’t.

But I don’t weep, I could sometimes.
Shadows from fog.
Bald hills.
Drifting cloud.
Violet dusk.
An old stone wall
and lambs hushed.
The stir of sheep bells.
Yellow blossoming weeds.
Cowslip.
Pricks of forgotten grass.
Pale shade from sun.
To be haunted by little things.

Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 12 prompt “Ladder”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.