This week’s words: Broken Glass Ash Glimmer Swell Sleeve Sanctuary Bark Giggle Skin Cumulus Clouds Harmony Sweep
Everything seemed to be pitted against us.
The broken glass at our feet.
The ash from the bushfires.
There was barely a glimmer of hope.
Within us, our emotions swelled,
My little brother wiped his nose on his sleeve,
Leaving a human snail trail.
It appeared our sanctuary was gone.
The blackened bark further reinforced our feelings of despair.
Jenny let out a giggle, more a giggle of fear
Her skin crawling know, with the sense of loss.
Above us, the cumulus clouds swirled
So much on offer but now so late.
Our sense of harmony shattered
As around us the sweep of the landscape
Demonstrated our desolation.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/09/23/wordle-151/
Morpethroad 
That last line is brilliant. The whole thing, too. But especially that last line. 🙂
Thanks so much
🙂
Great story.
Thanks Sadje
A pleasure!
This is just so visceral you have really conveyed the emotions that the children are experiencing in this poem
Thanks Yves.
Very good indeed Michael. Those last three lines really deliver
Thanks so much Di.
You’re welcome my friend