A path led me here;
after you left here
behind red tokens
a remnant of the day
a feather, a play
red tokens lay.
A stage broken-
besieged words once
staged the tokens of
a production, ovations
riddled with praise
the crowds hammered
this path, on that fine summer’s day.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Written for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a feather, an autumn leaf and two bright red berries or beads, left amongst the stones and plants by a stone that looks like a head with jewelled eyes…
Love the rhythm you have set with this, Jay.
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Thank you 😊
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