The Daily Post prompt word today is ‘encrusted’. I haven’t looked at this site for a while, and I rather like this word.


Crust forms when movement ceases,

When the river slows and sluggish stops,

When the ring is taken from the finger,

Never worn and lies forgotten.

This heart, like the riverbank, beats

Beneath the debris of the years,

The days and months that pass unnoticed,

A hand raised in farewell then laid to rest,

While the sun sinks, and the roses fall,

And dead leaves gather in the river bend.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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