how to end a story

I wanted a cellar door in this story

my spine intact

I'm not looking for a way out

just a beautiful grouping of floorboards

with a black iron handle

Fear is fluttering the underbelly

the beast is afoot

A sky to look towards is probably necessary

to give the birds your thoughts

as they leave the rustling trees

Scathing the scales, watching my words

I don't know how this story ends

As I write to you and everyone I loved

my attention shifts

and the candle leans towards the window

I'm watching time grow out of itself 

You told me I had changed once

I saw things I didn't know

I spent time watching shadows take shape

As the letters on the page rearranged

into your names

Everything begins to curve in the room

as a silver mist enters

it's warping space-time and I'm the Martian

It arcs from the window to my desk

So I know the story must go on

 

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Here's how your story unfolds -- at first, somewhat fretting about the mechanics of writing . . . then gradually becoming more & more engrossed in suggesting your imaginative possibilities . . . until finally it feels like you're actually writing the story . . . instead of writing about writing the story. Such a drifting perspective is a creative touch. Imaginative descriptions thru-out (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[dukovan]

You just made my day. Thanks so much for reading.

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Sometimes we become engulfed in thick dirt fog that slowly creeps up and surrounds us until there’s only hazy fog all around - but yes the story goes on- love the picture painted here🌹