Our challenge is to write a piece of prose or poetry based on the picture provided.
For the visually challenged writer, the photo is of an ornate skeleton key in the mostly open palm of a person’s hand and from Lhairton Kelvin Costa at Pexels
Secrets.
He was made of them.
Never shared,
Nightmares or dreams.
Secrets.
No-one knew him,
He had no friends,
He had no family.
Secrets.
The key in his palm.
Where was the lock?
Where was the door?
Secrets.
No paperwork.
Nothing ever found.
He took them to the grave,
All of his secrets.
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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have an elderly dog called Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005.
From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives.
We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
Secrets.
This is awesome!
Thanks Janet
I love the way it flows. I found myself whispering the word “Secrets” as I was reading.
Nice!!!!!
Thanks Jen. I didn’t know if worked or not .
It’s a great write Di!
Thank you so much for your positive comment Jen. I appreciate it.
I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it Di 😊
Thank you again.
👍😊
An excellent interpretation of the photo. Ah, the secrets we take to the grave.
Thanks Fandango
Ah, poor guy. He must’ve felt so lonely.
thanks
You’re welcome 😉
Nice – great use of the prompt.
Thanks for sharing.
Thanks Bill
He was the vault! I love the sibilant quality of this one when read aloud.
Thank you!
awesome! Could relate to this! ❤
thanks!