I have moved
on from this cascade
and feel no need,
no desire for reflection.
Horrid events
captured in a pool
at the base of a wall,
only memory’s projection
I am forward looking
to my own, my own
protection.
* * *
So, Chrissa at The Sunday Muse brought a prompt: “This is the curtain [see image above] behind which I feel last year was lived (and this year, with exceptions, is as well) and I’m very interested to see what might lie on the other side. Or what lurks on this side. :)”
Why is it I can never do these the easy way?