Potters Field Fairy Dust

 

Destiny awaits the fate of captive love

Hesitation heavy in the wake of angel wings

Watered Dionysian

Flowers

Flounder in riverbeds long since dry

Jagged rock

Rambles

Thorny nights

Plight the dawn

Dusk

Sunrise

Sunset

Endless night

Gone

Done

Potters field fairy dust

Shadows

Stirred

Wicked winded brittle air

Harsh light

Night

Reviews

[Robert Luna]

The imagery here was tinglingly twisted turning thoughts towards scenes of sweet serenity. Giving yourself to faith and the fate that awaits the heart where desire is pure. I love the title and the idea that the line placed into my head. making me think about the butterfly effect. One action causing a chain reaction that leads to the involvement of life becoming something new and different.


Great Job!!!!!

[No one]

Lovely. I especially admire the first line.
A message of anti-hope. Someone finally conceding that love is lost and will not return and life will not be as before. The single word Night at the end suggests calm, acceptance, and finality.

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This is very good! I loved the image you painted. I liked what you had to say. Very nice!!

[The Elder Pine]

This was a very enjoyable read. The form was great and you put a great deal into creating a scene with your words. This is one of my all time favorites.