Threads
strands of thoughts
intertwining
reaching for something
Thoughts
tumbling from the mouth
disconnected
making no sense
Words
falling, tripping, skipping
ultimately
letting you in.
Jill

Threads
strands of thoughts
intertwining
reaching for something
Thoughts
tumbling from the mouth
disconnected
making no sense
Words
falling, tripping, skipping
ultimately
letting you in.
Jill

Presently at Soul Food Heather, the creatress and wonder-woman, is taking us on a tour of the many and varied delights to be found within the SF vaults. I would encourage all of you to give it a whirl – you will find a link, click, perhaps be inspired by that first click, perhaps follow that link to another and another. The site is an absolute treasure chest of all sorts of prompts, inspirations and creative ideas whatever medium you work and play in. Do give it a go – here !
This is my first offering from the prompt: The Wild Things. I had and have so many thoughts on this so there may be more to follow, maybe not
.
The text reads:
The wild things are
those thoughts unbidden
tumbling from my mouth;
those thoughts which maybe
should have stayed
well and truly hidden!
Jill