Thomas the Rhymer
Looking back from the ridge at the inexplicably rusting, ruined remains of yesterday’s life, I think of her.
She had interrupted last evening’s chores; fey, flashing eyes, tantalising with fiery dares and forbidden promise.
“Dance with me.” She whirled away; I chased her across fields by treacherous moonlight.
I caught her. She laughed as we fell together, a tumbling, breathless embrace.
“Stay with me. What’s one night from your whole life?” gripping my hand like a drowning sailor.
Gossamer images of her fly away, blown on the morning breeze.
I face the dusty road ahead and start walking.
This was written for Angela Goff's Visual Dare 25 'Forgotten'