The tick of the clock
slams like a hammer
against Arianne’s eardrum.
Her eyes growing heavy
as the itinerant sun slips
towards the western horizon.
Endless reds, oranges and yellows
spill from the heavens,
onto the blue canvas sky
Great billowing cloud herds
transiting the azure ocean are
set ablaze against the fiery sunset.
Arianne sits by the open window,
hypnotised by the meadow sages
bending in the evening breeze.
Luminecent fireflies dance
leaving fading trails of ghost strings
amongst the old grey stones.
Whilst wisps of fairy dust swirl
in the magical air, like lacy strands
gilding her already flaxen hair.
She knows not who the traveller is,
only that the journey ends
at the old weathered gate.
How much longer must
she wait before her
limit hath been reached.
For as long as she has a heartbeat
she has sworn to help
her weary guest reach the finish.
Written for Fandango’s One Word Challenge at
This, That, and the Other
Word: itinerant (2022-02-15) and help (2022-02-16)
Artist: Unknown
Copyright 2022 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.
What a fantastic story. Bravo
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This piece resonated with me. Nicely done, Greg!
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Thanks, glad you enjoyed!
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