(Credit: Bokor on DeviantArt)
Her mind grew dark
As the wind picked up.
The growing storm
Threatened to pull
Strands of consciousness
From her head.
She went down deep
To a cavern
Where the water was completely still
And clear
And bottomless.
On the shore,
With her candlelit thoughts,
She waited for dawn.
Posted by Beatrix MGN on January 31, 2017
https://abolg.wordpress.com/2017/01/31/in-the-mind/
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ashnfinn
/ February 1, 2017Love the imagery, very archetypal.
W. R. Woolf
/ February 1, 2017Thank you 🙂
Dada
/ February 1, 2017Beautiful.
W. R. Woolf
/ February 1, 2017Thanks 🙂
D. Wallace Peach
/ February 5, 2017Love the flow of this. Beautiful poetry. 🙂
W. R. Woolf
/ February 6, 2017Thank you, I’m glad you liked it 🙂