Sunday, 20 March 2011

Microfiction on Freedom

Alone,
except for a river,
A river that led North.
Wade in the river.
Freedom,
her Soul cried.

5 comments:

oldegg said...

At least you will leave no tracks, however the water will be mighty cold in Wales!

Cynthia M said...

Love your brevity, it leaves me wondering where she's headed...to her home, her love, away from something?? Keep us posted :)

I submitted late my poem's at: http://cynthiamarstonwritingstuff.blogspot.com/

WarmSunshine said...

Hope she had a safe swim! Dropping by from SS :)

Happy Monday!

Meryl said...

OOH how wonderful. I really liked this...I could almost feel the cool river rambling north.

Jingle said...

enjoy the river of freedom,
wow.
lovely piece.