Sacred Spell

Written for:  Sunday Muse #67


Photo by Thiago Matos from Pexels

Jagged piece of glass
in palm of stone.
Mysterious section
of green landscape
untouched for years.
A piece of forest
has been torn away.
Greedy fingers try
to pry it open. If
they succeed in
unwrapping the rest,
spell will be broken
in shattered, scattered
bits of glass. Dark days
will loom ahead.

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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12 Responses to Sacred Spell

  1. Carrie V. H. says:

    That is a gripping spell for sure! A wonderful poem for the photo Sara!


  2. Ed Rigg says:

    A bewitching tale indeed. . . . 🙂


  3. kanzensakura says:

    Very dark. A warning tale of warming and deforestation.


  4. Mike Bayles says:

    I like this, Sarah.


  5. Vicki says:

    What a dark luscious tale, as in chocolate! Loved it, Sara.


  6. wyndolynne says:

    wow…the prophecy and the entire story in a poem. Perfect. 🙂


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