I wanted to try out the Florescence using the Secret Keeper’s five word prompt, but had to write three of them to fit in all the words:
CAPTIVE | CLUE | SIGN | ROAD | SHIFT
Saint Patrick’s Day is still in the back of my mind.
Beneath these changing skies
I see, where seagull cries,
Beloved in my eyes, windswept heath.
By ocean circled green,
This place has ever been,
A road home, distant seen—where gulls cry.
This mark will always stay,
Key to the heart’s dismay
Of those who sailed away, land we miss.