I draw down cinnamon from the sky to mask blank spaces but still they look blank like nothing is a contagion. Between me and the growth of emptiness is a hug of trees sharper than toothmarks We stand outside our darkness, all of us ~ even the breeze is savage though it whistles
I didn’t have a good week for writing so this is too late for Mr Linky. Nevertheless, thank you Sarah, for the intriguing artworks you shared as your prompt. And thank you, Lee Madgwick for your generosity in sharing them.