Leaving the Temple
wavering, teetering, coiled
there might be nothing else
or it could be endless peonies
in the haze there is reckoning
shadows and disbelief
only sparkling black concrete
between the temple and
the end.
This is my Trifextra contribution. Without the title, it is 33 words. Wordpress is not allowing me to create links or tags right now… It’s also not allowing me to upload photos to posts…
Leaving religion is a huge leap. We can never really be sure what is at the end, it’s all on belief. Interesting take on the prompt.
Thanks for linking up this week. Be sure to come on back this week for the longer challenge.
Yes, I may try to go back to this piece later in something longer. I really didn’t have enough words to delve into the cult angle, which was what it was meant to be about. Thanks!
I like it. More Lovely poetry, please.
Thanks Madame Weebles! I may do more of that. I have a bunch of half-written things and no idea what to post, per usual.
Love your creativity. Keep it coming!
Thanks Stacie! I’m probably going to continue to work with this theme. The cult mentality fascinates me…