He’d battled over the Melancholic Mountains of Mythndlore,
scythed through thick forests where Dark Shadows lurk
stumbled across Mind Leaching deserts and now
wading through the stagnant Green Marais
at last he’d found what he was seeking.
The light at the end of his personal
Tunnel of Angst
Finally, he types
Written in response to Sadje’s ‘What Do You See #4′ photo prompt.
Here on the wild, west coast,
near the great continent’s southern-most tip,
rest a while.
Here Eve’s footprints marked the rocks,
her children decorated the caves and adorned their bodies
in shades of ochre and red.
Stretch out, open your mind,
feel the sun-warmed rock, absorb the stone-etched stories.
Isn’t this the magic you’re seeking?
Drag open cupboards! Rummage the dusty shelves!
Words spill out; letters separate, scatter across the floor.
Photos flame to ash, picture frames’ contents
ooze sludgily down the walls.
You fling open a window. There’s a beach, sunshine and the smell of the sea!
Waves lapping; a boy in a boat.
He points and you look
but there’s nothing to see.
A sudden squall
slams the window
Here’s a door; chained and padlocked.
There’s a message, curled and yellow, stuck to the frame
A single word, written in your own hand:
You step away, anxiously.
You know. Now
is not the time.
Turn away, turn back!
You trudge step-by-step
over the disturbed contents
of your untidy mind.
You take a breath, drain the mug of tepid tea and realise that
Today, you simply have
Nothing to say.