In a letter

Creative writing inspired by Mag 276 at Magpie Tales

Look

exuberance of

blue-sky-eyes

bathe

prism-split

radiance

on objects

below

Photo Prompt thanks to Magpie Tales 275

Vine

There was a vine

Twined round my wrists

A vein that flows

From heart to lips

Mouth bound to speak

Twisted about

Over my head

In dreams and doubts

There was a vine

Twined round a tree

A leaf that hears

the hollowest plea

flourished greenry

on rotted limbs

forest way

forced amends

There was a vine

Twined through my thoughts

Tangential losses

Over coffee plots

Somewhere the root

Holds its hearty grip

Somewhere the branch

Cracks another lick

There was a vine

I’m clinging to

Photo Prompt Mag 274

Excalibur

Burned out shells grow plywood skin

Shed bricks and eaves

Scraped clean of copper, iron, brass.

Along the rocky sidewalk

One mown lawn like a missing tooth

Midst meadows of evergreen and every grass

Diehards and activists self-medicate with

Community gardens and Artisan shops  

First Annual Neighborhood Cleanup Day.

New pioneers resurrecting this legendary organism

Demolition, rebuilding, success written

All over their matching t-shirts.

Ready to be the hero who’ll pull the dagger

Out of its heart.

Photo Prompt: Mag 273