One mother instinctively comforts her child as dusk draws its ominous icy shroud about the scene. Their solemn stony features resolved to another Winter’s grim revision of past misdemeanours. Cast, so it seems, knee deep in blood’s shadow. Cursed for all time to listen to the gathering wind mimic the distant screams of lost souls. In the end the far away hills were swallowed by encroaching night and a quirk of atmospherics echoed my breath sending a chill the length of my spine. Cold from a full day's painting my legs were so numb I could barely feel the earth beneath my scrambling feet. Thank god for adrenaline, methinks! |
Challenges |
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Copyright © 2001 Philip Johnson All rights reserved |
Just A Gut Feeling Just a gut feeling.............. A couple of hours earlier pictures on the tv began to repeat images of aircraft plunged into Twin Towers the sight of which had horrified.... Soon as she saw them she immediately ambled to the beach where she’s stood and watched every last blaze of light ominously fade over Western Peaks..... Her sobs would reverberate around the world as, throughout their respective nights, similar feelings spread chilling spines and hollowing hearts of others waiting likewise for words of comfort. ___________________ |
Eventide Impossible sometimes to keep a faith when one feels small in the scheme of things, insignificant, ignored. Wherever it seems our prayers are unheard, whenever we hurt. In fact, then one finds oneself wondering what sort of god could witness all and fail to act.......? |