The Daily Post prompt is: fence
At the edge of the field,
a stout fence holds back
the woods full of whispers
and wild meadow grass,
where roses climb rampant
full of flowers and thorns,
amid the trickle of water
and rustle of birds.
It holds back the life
that’s lived in the shade
and the dreams that would fly
over poppy and corn.
It bars the bright sky
with its straight black posts,
where my face presses close
to peer between.
Sky full of promise,
free and high,
I reach out my hand
to the songbirds that fly.
I hold up my face
to catch the last light,
but the sun streams away
to the depths of the night.
WOW–gorgeous writing and art!
Thank you! Can’t take credit for the art though. If you click on the image you get the artist details 🙂
You’re welcome–and you chose great accompanying art 🙂
That’s part of the fun 🙂
🙂
I love this. And the feeling that the things the fence keeps out could be either wonderful or dangerous…or both 🙂