October Poetry Challenge: Day 23

Escape

 

The stone feels foreign beneath my fingertips.

Dirt crumbles, moss glares, the wind accuses me.

A loud-mouthed crow dives forward.

 

My foot slips on a loose brick,

but a helping hand steadies me

I won’t be devoured by the ravenous bramble this time.

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Hiya friends, I’m a bit behind on the poetry challenge because I traveled to Nova Scotia last weekend to visit my family.

We went to a pumpkin farm with giant pumpkins (some of them weighed over 1000 pounds), visited pumpkin people in Kentville, and stopped at the cutest tea room called Tangled Garden.

It was a great little getaway, and I returned with a new story idea for my NaNoWriMo project 😀 I’ve already written two chapters, haha. When inspiration hits, I follow ❤ I’m going to save my notes for this project and tackle it in December or January.

Happy writing and see you tomorrow!

Loie