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The Crystal Ball

written by: Henry Bladon


False hope.

Like waiting for a train that never comes
or a plane that is delayed.

It is not possible
to make sense of false promises
and routes to salvation
from nothing more
than pictures in a crystal ball.

Certainty is better represented
by the feather from a passing bird
as it flutters to the floor.

Henry Bladon

Henry Bladon

Henry is a writer of all types of fiction based in Somerset in the UK. He has a PhD in creative writing from the University of Birmingham and runs a writing support group for people with mental health issues. His work has been in entropy, 50WordStories, Bloodaxe, The Ekphrastic Review, thedrabble and FridayFlashFiction among other places.
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