Another episode of ‘long time no see’ and here I come again to Magpie Tales’ poetry prompts, which I enjoy particularly, but haven’t written to for a … yeah, you got it.
Magpie Tales Prompt #189
Imbibing the vernacular
Sitting lonely among the clocks
Expecting quietly to hear
the toll of at least one of their bells.
Smoothly dressed, and neatly ready
for the storm.
It is an open field, after all.
No matter that the clocks may need some shelter.
No matter you may need someone to talk to
or just frown to.
Impaired by the numb activity
©2013 Mariya Koleva