Image credit Laura Makabesku
The darkness had finally shown itself. Though she’d tried to keep it at bay, it had edged its way out. It had been a fluttering of feathers; tickling at her conscience. Then, an unfurling of wings, covering her hope. She tried to hold it close, clutching it to her breast. Tried to absorb it back into her soul, where all things secret lay. But it was too late; she was exposed for all to see and she was terrified. Rolling up her shadow and searching for light, she could find nothing, but the black.
fallen from the light
the raven calls me again
shadows descending
By Sarah ©2017
Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge #177; Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge #47 – light and shadow; and also, Daily Post Daily Prompt: black
Excellent take!
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Thank you 😃…I certainly went with the shadow side of things !!!
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amazing description of depression, well written
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A haibun full of darkness. I love the sentence: ‘It had been a fluttering of feathers; tickling at her conscience’; the phrase: ‘rolling up her shadow’; and the raven haiku.
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Thank you 😊
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Beautiful! Your words convey the darkness and show the descent into depression. Wow!
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Thank you – that was exactly what I was aiming for 😊
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WOW WOW, WOWwwwwwww
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😃
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🙂 🙂
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