Dust
written by: Bonnie Currie
World grown old; past
Open fingers, life’s promises sift.
Aside, trust cast
A moment’s grandeur; game of chance
Innocence, childlike faith
Belittled and scorned.
Evening tide, truth sways
neglected
Pawns, emotions, another’s play
Values relinquished to another day.
I live in Norfolk England surrounded by forest and farmland although only six miles from the nearest town. I am a carer for my disabled husband as well as mother to an adult son and two grown up granddaughter's. I have been writing stories and poetry since I was a child. I have only recently started to showcase my jottings to a wider audience, enjoying writing micro fiction and flash fiction stories for entry into a few competitions with some success. My inspiration comes from my love of the natural world, also from life experience and the many varied people and lifestyles I've come across along the way. I am a member of a small local writers group who meet regular to discuss the stories we have written set to a theme that had been chosen at the previous meetings. I also have interest in all things spiritual.
