A small, still green umbrella of a tree stood its ground in the graveyard , just as a soldier might against the bloody rust and decay of the last battle. And there you sat - such a life-like resurrection I left my body to come and see a stranger rose and went by instead, kicking up up leaves and each mid-October your going nudges the ribs breaking in again to the heart centre - that nugget you left for us to invest we still waste
These 10 lines dedicated to the memory of a devoted friend and teacher – and written for A Splash of Rust and Gold – Micro Poetry
10 thoughts on “Gold dust”
Such a remarkable piece, Laura. I was captured from the opening image…
your mini prompt makes us make good use of words 😉
This is wonderful, such a story you create of loss… the stranger kicking up the leaves is such a great turn, I can feel the plunge of heart.
Such an evocative moment – glad you can feel it
“And there you sat – such a life-like resurrection
I left my body to come and see
a stranger rose and went by instead, kicking up up leaves” That is so intriguing… makes me want more.
micro poetry always leaves room for more 😉
beautiful and nostalgic. you really painted a picture in my mind.
thank you Stacy – it was a strong impression
What a wealth of images and story suggested so concisely!
thank you Rosemary – it’s a lot to fit into 10 lines
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