The castle walls are cold,
even though it is fairly hot
And humid outside.
I’m dressed in four layers
from the inside out,
and still my fingers
have grown stiff from
writing for so long.
I uncurl my fingers
from around the quill
I’m holding, applying
a sprinkle of sand over
my writing to blot the ink.
Through the five foot thick
window walls, I can hear the
crash of the waves against
the cliff walls and I can’t wait
to get down there and take
a walk along the beach,
the lace of my dress dragging in the water.
My favorite time of day…
© Elaine Wood-Lane
4/16/16
The challenge today was to fill out, in no more than five minutes, an “Almanac Questionnaire,” to solicit concrete details about a specific place (real or imagined). Then to write a poem incorporating or based on one or more of the answers. I answered my questions based on my memories from my trip to Ireland and England last year with some of my daydreaming thrown in for fun.
Elaine
Lovely! 🙂
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