Untitled © Vanessa Paxton via Flickr
pinhole 970, bridge © Darius Kuzmickas via Flickr
She was leaving her home
on a bridge to nowhere
For all other bridges she’d burned.
But the blaze in her heart that had
spread like wildfire
determined this trip not be spurned.
Innocence lost in forested decay
a dark, foggy future only filled with dismay
was all she encountered that lone, murky day
– no bright, warming light to illumine her way –
when she reached for the other side.
© 2013 jody love
What do you get when you cross 2 picture prompts with a 500 word limit?
During NaPoWriMo, you get this paltry poem!