Once
There was nothing more.
It built into nothing more
Than astonishing.
© Nadia Brown
Once
There was nothing more.
It built into nothing more
Than astonishing.
© Nadia Brown
The strangest of days
Emit a light
Not soon forgotten.
Hanging in the air
The sweet, raw smells of harvest
Fading in the sun
© Nadia Brown
Farm and country – and all the smells, textures, sounds that go along with them – are my happy place. Born and raised in the city, the constrained bustle of it has always felt confining; it’s never been ‘home’.
Thank you, Sonya, for this 3 Line Tales weekly photo prompt!
Photo by Emiel Molenaar, who has some gorgeous photos on his website!!
Fractured cowardice
Frayed edges of inertia
Dangling in the wind.
© Nadia Brown
Layers of colour
Patterns folded in the past –
Unsettled echoes.
© Nadia Brown
Melting sugar crumbs –
Wistful blanket of denial
To keep the sweetness flowing –
Let it caramelize and burn!
© Nadia Brown
Check out 100 words or less‘s 3 Line Tales weekly challenge, hosted by Sonya.
Photo by Stephanie McCabe
Steamed bright
And brilliant in their isolation
Colours run true in the thick of it.
© Nadia Brown
Expectant silence
Colours seeping into ice
What of the new day?
Memories falling
Into the stillness of the
Autumn’s surrender
© Nadia Brown, 2016
Photo by: Markovich Photo Art
On a white-washed shelf,
The scarred remains of sweetness.
The player plays on…