Richard Pierce

Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter



I was behind the trees, digging graves,
When I heard the wind sweep up the hill,
Driving the rain ahead of it. The graves
Would be full of water in a matter of
Short minutes, and the bodies in the
Forest would have to wait for their
Informal burials. It wasn’t what was
Planned for them or for me; it had
Happened too quickly, just like this
Weather out of the blue sky, and
Their dry and leathery skin now wet
And slimy, and starting to moulder.

R 05/02/2023 18:57

Today’s #MastoPrompt was #heard.

Yesterday already seems a long way away.

A marvellous long walk across the fields with O this morning – the change to my routine was an enlightenment.

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