The feet whisper this way or that, but only the bees know the way, and only the birds are smart enough not to care. The prison is pretty and green and full of flowers, but the thorns are like cruel shepherds at the end of the day; home, home to the fences, dear feet. Tomorrow you can dream of wide green fields...
9 comments:
Nice photo - like looking out from a maze.
I love this.
I wish I could disappear into that picture for a few hours.
It was, I must admit, a pretty awesome place.
Your opening words could be an opening to a story, Bryan, or is this an excerpt?
A prison can take many forms, a prison can be virtual or real.
Love the photo, too.
I could get lost in this world forever, Bryan. Both with the image of the hedge maze, and with the power of your words. Well done.
Just a bit of whimsy that popped into my head. Words should be spent freely. :)
Lovely, as always. The words and the 1000 word picture that goes with it. :)
Oh, very nice, picture and words. Thank you for sharing this little bit of wonderful :)
You've a lovely imagination, sir.
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