“It was an illusion
Hidden by the lack of light.”
A helpless and strange feeling
Filling my compassionate heart
Discovering the objects
Implanted in the midst of the old tree
During the tempest of the darkest day.
The cool night was still;
The universe showed its face;
In the shadow of the moon
Exposed in the arch of the forest
In the errantry of the storms that passed
They sat and rusted into the Earth
In a more organic way, it seemed.
“Two bicycles embedded in a tree“
Premiered together with the roots
Which thrust through the spokes
Of the wheels flattened by nature.
They never found a way home…
The sweet girls left them behind
It was taxing to the land
But the answer was in the morass
Along the river’s edge
Only Mother Nature can describe
Of how the bikes ended up here
© E.M. Kingston 2022 – All Rights Reserved.
Written for Writing With Cancer’s Writing Prompt “Two bicycles embedded in a tree“, Putting My Feet in the Dirt’s January Writing prompt for Jan 1-7 “It was an illusion hidden by the lack of light“(a day late, sorry), and several other writing prompts that are highlighted in a hyperlink and/or bold lettering.