Writing prompt
- Describe your own feelings of displacement
Displacement (Poem: draft)
Mother, father, sister, brother.
Brothers, the two of them. Slowly,
all begin to drift, fingers slip,
hands once clasped in time now drag
along the weeds.
The field hollers fade and
the night fire camp songs
are sung to the burning oak bark
and no one else.
Foot steps crush the crumpled bed of leaves
but the faint echoes repel against no living thing.
(to be cont'd...)
(to be cont'd...)
