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( votes)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 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.
Latest posts by Henry Bladon (see all)
- The Crystal Ball - November 11, 2019
- I Have My Space - September 27, 2019
- Fake Time - August 27, 2019
