The Aura At King’s Mill

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #322

Words:  dream, two, middle trim, blind, knock, sticky, drizzle, know, hill, mill, king

She dreams an amber aura hovering
two feet above King’s Mill, abandoned
thirty years ago. She stands, blind
to all except the aura’s capricious
glow, knowing what is coming. In
the distance, a zig-zag drizzle
silvers the sky streaking toward
the mill.  A sticky seal will wrap around
the aura 
mid-air. She is trying to leave;
auguries abound. A humming
noise draws closer. She knocks
at a fleeting door, that appears
then disappears
 with her touch.
Her eyes pop open. She wakes, one arm
extended, pillows piled in center
of bed. Sun sifts through slats
on her window. Far off she can see
the black silhouette of King’s Mill.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to The Aura At King’s Mill

  1. weejars says:

    Love the line “a zig-zag drizzle silvers the sky streaking toward the mill”
    Great imagery


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