Photo: Sue Vincent
She did not understand where the castle had gone.
Tumbled walls
Like broken bones.
But the well was still there,
And the sword
Wrapped in stone,
Had waited stored
Well ensconced.
She took the hilt
Spelled the spell
And the blade pulled out
Clean
Glowing green,
Showing
All was still wrong
Just as all was still well.
She took a deep breath
And exhaled.
Because though
Times had changed
At least the balance
Remained.
For Sue’s Thursday WritePhoto Prompt: Blade
Lovely poem, Na’ama 🙂
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Thanks, Sue! 🙂
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Without bad, there can be no good. The balance must be kept. Nice poem.
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Thanks, Michele!
The balance already ‘held’ in the blade in the photo … and made a natural slide into the bigger balance of things … 🙂 Glad it came across!
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There must definitely be balance!
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Yeah! Balance is be good! XOXO
(though some feats of balance are … in my view … off balance … ;)) For example … (because … WHY?)
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