"Look at the photograph on the insert. Imagine you are there. Describe what you see and your thoughts and feelings as you look around."
Write Prose...
The walls tower awkwardly by my right. They stare at me... judging me and bickering their thoughts. Silently. Under foot the gritty sand nibbles at my soles and mock my blisters. A glint of water in the distance looks scared. As I approach it, it retreats. Crouching, I can study the sea life. Crustaceans, none of which I've ever seen before. Shrill reds and salty stenches greet me. I back away.
Change into poetry?
Something of a Nothing
This place our watchtower cannot see,
A place where we can express ourselves.
The cliffs stare down and together commit,
Crimes repressing us here, we can’t escape.
Yet we both are aware they will never allow,
For us to forgive and learn to confide.
A Poem and Prose by Kate Ruston
Write Prose...
The walls tower awkwardly by my right. They stare at me... judging me and bickering their thoughts. Silently. Under foot the gritty sand nibbles at my soles and mock my blisters. A glint of water in the distance looks scared. As I approach it, it retreats. Crouching, I can study the sea life. Crustaceans, none of which I've ever seen before. Shrill reds and salty stenches greet me. I back away.
I haven't seen any one for days. I think I'm going in circles. Just round and around this island and I cant climb those cliffs though I can see some more stranded in the sea. They look lonely. Outcast from their brothers... like me. As I pause, I notice a bird ... or bird like thing. It isn't stranded here. It wasn't abandoned. And for this I hate the bird! How did I get here? How can I leave? Do I want to?
There is something oddly familiar about this scenery. Something strange about the sinister solitude, yet some how... it's comforting. Its like a sickly blanket of air washing over me. Sticking to my skin in the ever lasting twilight. Murky. Gray. Lethargic. Inescapable.Change into poetry?
Something of a Nothing
I long for a place that we can be free.
I wish the walls to fall into themselves.This place our watchtower cannot see,
A place where we can express ourselves.
The water retreats as we approach it,
Most things do in this barren landscape.The cliffs stare down and together commit,
Crimes repressing us here, we can’t escape.
It seems so far, far away from us now,
And I’m sure both our thoughts collide.Yet we both are aware they will never allow,
For us to forgive and learn to confide.
The walls may hold highest in this plane place,
But freedom’s nearer to love than to haste.A Poem and Prose by Kate Ruston
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All works Copyright Kate Ruston 2014
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All works Copyright Kate Ruston 2014
All works Copyright Kate Ruston 2014
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