Microfiction Three Line Tales: Cryptic

This is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales photo prompt.

The photo is ©Sandis Helvigs


The rather portly young man, his eye caught by something interesting in the fallen foliage, bent down with a grunt and picked up the leaf.

He dragged his long, poetic locks out of his eyes and, being rather long-sighted, held the leaf out at arm’s length to read the scribbled message.

The wind veered round to the north and plucked at his hair as he mouthed the words—Winter is coming.


Another verse form that’s new to me. Thank you Jennifer for the introduction. This is the link if you’re interested in the mechanics of it.


And here are my first attempts at the form. I’m borrowing the illustration from a couple of days back as it fits nicely.


Bird in white winter


In the bare black tree a singing bird,

On the snowy ground a leaf,

Winter flakes a cover white.


In the sky a gull so white,

No song to sing this ghostly bird,

Drifts light as a falling leaf.


In the air a golden leaf,

Snowflake-dancing, a blur gull-white,

Whispers songs learnt from the singing bird.


Singing bird, life leaf-short, now lies beneath a cover white.


Copper silence

Sun hangs low, a disc of copper,

Burning cold as any stone,

Winter world in thrall to silence.


Upon the lake the swan in silence,

Bows her head in reflected copper,

Yearns for lost mate, her heart a stone.


The mountain glowers, cloud-grey stone,

Dropping rain into the silence,

Swan sails west where the light glows copper.


Copper dims, and the stone grows colder, in winter silence the lone swan weeps.