Photo prompt © Jan Wisoff-Fields
Merlin by Kelvin M. Knight
There is a calmness here I cannot find anywhere else. When those behind me are losing their heads, leaves cover mine. Fronds cover my body, too: peaceful patterns of crimson and gold stroking me as I welcome this mulch’s maternal embrace.
I feel tree roots beneath me, still as stone. I feel worms squirming around them, boldness without bones. I sense birds above me, robins, their red breasts singing, their tiny wings pinging, from branch to branch.
These trees, yawning and stretching for hibernation, inside of me.
within this magic.
Thank you to everyone for joining in this week (25/08/17), and reading each other’s stories. You don’t have to be a Friday Fictioneer to read our stories so please don’t be shy, there is a mix of styles and storylines all inspired by the same photo.
Thanks, as ever, to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers so congenially.