A beautiful poem by Anita Dawes
Thursday photo prompt: Destination #writephoto
Image by scvincent.com
For visually challenged writers, theimage shows a path between an avenue of trees. Shadows from hidden sunlight fall across the path, but mist obscures the way forward…
Through the sunlit cathedral
Could I be looking at the mists of Avalon?
Are Arthur and Merlin waiting beyond the veil?
If I continue walking, would I finally find Camelot?
Would the true mysteries be revealed to me?
My heart was pounding, my footsteps slow to a crawl
If I entered the mist, would I return, would I want to?
Part of me willed the mist to clear, to see nothing more
than the continuing avenue of gold tipped trees
I reached the tree where the half-clipped moon shone through
I stood still, hardly breathing
My soul longing to walk through the mist
Find Camelot and beg the Gods to let me stay.
My true…
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