01 October 2013

Misted Mindset

it was a quiet hillside; he considered it
a place of worship where ghosts gathered
to swarm the edges of the bog like a hasty fog
the exact consistency of a pea green slurry.
patches of  clarity would spill unbidden
into sharp and defined visions. he saw what
he wanted to see. nothing more

© JPW – 2013

The SUNDAY WHIRL – Wordle #128


  1. Well done. In life I think we all see what we want to see...
    Anna :o]


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