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
