I am swept away,
Leaves fly as winged gods, distilled
In a copper storm.
About the Creator
Keep reading
More stories from Melissa Ingoldsby and writers in Poets and other communities.
A Destination Needs A Dreamer
Gatlin heard the violin every evening on the commute back from work. Wending between warm rushing bodies on the subway, eyes forward, bag clasped protectively at her side, she drank it in at the same time as she didn't slow. It was probably the best part of her day. The shivering strains crescendoed and collapsed, tugging at something in her core. She'd never seen the violinist, but whoever he was, he was clearly a master, clearly professionally trained. The music always seemed to be coming from somewhere further down the track, around a bend, just out of eyeshot. She'd come to think fancifully that it was something only she could hear. She’d come to think of it as her future, calling.
By Raistlin Allen5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
Oh man, the diction here combined with the imagery is stellar. A copper storm...what a way to describe fall leaves falling!! Well done! c:
Oooo, leaves fly like winged gods in a copper storm, that was brilliant!
Love your imagery here 🍁
Stunning work Melly Gold! Gurl you flame-broiled this challenge! Go gurl! 💪🏾🧡🍂
Wow! impressive!!!
I love the copper storm - beautiful images. It’s great job..
Beautiful colours here Sis 🧡💛💚🌿🍀🍁🍂🍃