Don't Lie Down Yet
Wood lost, I discover a bungalow looking older than stone, and try the single door. Is that a radio playing? No, the chirping of insects. Hope of availability through abandonment returning , I go through the radioless room to a rest chamber where remains an empty bed. What might have made this a moth metropolis remains outside the window and within my head. Listening carefully brings a suggestion of speech in the fluttering. Closing my eyes helps hints of places and people in the patterns on the wings. Oh for my glasses and earhorn, left in a poem now mislaid.
- Category: Fantasy
8 comments add one below
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Christopher almost 3 years ago
Lovely.
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Neville Hunt almost 3 years ago
Ditto... lovely! I particularly like the final sentence- very poetic itself!
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Jamie Clapperton almost 3 years ago
Thanks Christopher. ;-)
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Jamie Clapperton almost 3 years ago
Thanks Neville . :-)
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Frenchie almost 3 years ago
Very nice, I love it <3 I love the ending. At first, I thought it would be scary...
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Jamie Clapperton almost 3 years ago
Thanks Frenchie . :-) Suppose it could have gone either way couldn't it?
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VerityAlways over 2 years ago
This is great, thought would end a bit chilly. Loved the end!!
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Jamie Clapperton over 2 years ago
Thanks Verity! ;-)
