For the Secret Keeper’s weekly writing prompt. The words:
MOON | ERA | SCENT | MARK |TEST
I mark the page and close the book,
No time to finish what I start,
This trial is running to its end,
I smell rot in the rose’s heart.
Time was when sun would fill with gold
The open page, the lawn of green,
But now the moon draws tide and time,
Leaves me left with what might have been.
Bird, find your nest in hedges deep,
Far from marauding feline claws,
Raise your brood and sing your songs,
The one truth in this world of flaws.