Friday, August 26, 2011

Whither This Way or That


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:

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Nice photo - like looking out from a maze.

Marsha Sigman said...

I love this.

I wish I could disappear into that picture for a few hours.

Bryan Russell said...

It was, I must admit, a pretty awesome place.

D.G. Hudson said...

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.

Jeffrey Beesler said...

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.

Bryan Russell said...

Just a bit of whimsy that popped into my head. Words should be spent freely. :)

Susan Kaye Quinn said...

Lovely, as always. The words and the 1000 word picture that goes with it. :)

lori said...

Oh, very nice, picture and words. Thank you for sharing this little bit of wonderful :)

Matthew MacNish said...

You've a lovely imagination, sir.