Submitted by Chris Black
Eerie is the only description
Those leaden grey skies, leaves
Which not long ago
Dressed trees and hedging
Now clog shores and roadside outlets.
The house lit only by candle light
A collection of torches with used batteries
Add to the dreariness
As dark days fall into pitch black night.
The open fire the only source of comfort
Playing conjuring tricks with food
As the one ring ‘scouting’ stove takes centre stage.
“Hunger is the spice of food”
Photo Credit: Van Gogh – Starry Night Over the Rhône
thank you for articulating an experience that I can relate to. good work! keep it up.
Sounds suspiciously like my place…
Many thanks for commenting, a huge thanks to The Vita Brevis Team for choosing my entry for publication. Chris.
Great work Chris–you earned it!
Must try my hand again. Thank you.
Excellent Chris! Bravo!!