The words I chose from the prompt are in italics. Thanks to Jessica for these inspiring words. You may read other poet’s offerings here.
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Down the hill her eyes
dance glancing over
the clover inhaling the scent
of sweet alison – the ocean
glimmers the beautiful
beryl of Irish eyes and
the sky, the sea, the earth
manifests as a confection
to her senses
Daily life is as pushing
stone up a cliff
but nature is a plum
ripe and glorious in it’s
burst of flavor, a remedy
to her bereft senses and
at the end of the working day…
a feast.
The prompts for this week’s
