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.