The Secret Keeper’s prompt this week was to use these five words in a poem:
PLAIN | LAUGH | SITE | ROCK | SECRET
This is home now, this broad plain,
Filled with lushness and a tranquil river.
This place is mine, to learn and to know,
Down to its smallest crevice, its most secret flower.
This place will be my rock, my anchor,
When the way ahead is fogged with rain,
And black birds flap across a lowering sky.
My castle hath a pleasant seat,
Though tears may come,
Now, I hear only laughter.