Your challenge is to write a poem or short story using this image above. It can be the start or ending of a story, a sense of place or wherever the image inspires your Mse to write.
My Muse decided on a poem.
Revealed by the eroded earth
Spindly, twisting fingers, laid bare
Within their numerous fissures
Tiny creatures take refuge there
Moss growing in damp crevices
Bringing colour to the grey
Patterns of light and shadow
Make numerous images play
Strands of ivy twisting upward,
Slowly consuming its host
Feeding off wrinkled bark
Crumbling it into compost
Growing steadily each year
Nourished by the sun and rain
Weathered by the seasons
Its character all too plain
Hovel – definition: a poorly built house : hut – sorry a tenuous link as there is a house mentioned. I had fun making up this piece from the short paragraph starter. Have a go it’s fun then read the other submissions.
300 words or less from starting paragraph.
It wasn’t like that before, Andrea thought to herself. The previous night’s storm had caused the tree to topple over like it had never been rooted to the ground. The hole it left in the wake of the storm-induced tragedy was enormous, bigger than she could possibly fill in on her own, especially with nothing but a broken shovel. Andrea walked to the large pit that was now the center of her front yard and peered in. What was that she was seeing? It looked like a…
skeletal hand pointing upwards. Andrea turned her head as she vomited on the grass. Wiping the back of her hand across her mouth she looked down again. Bile rose but she managed to swallow it. A body under the old tree? How long had it been there? Who was it? The shock of her discovery numbed her mind. What should she do first? Call the police? Call Dan?
A cloud moved away from the sun brightening the scene, a sparkle caught Andrea’s eye. There on one finger was a jeweled ring. Could she manage to climb down and get it? Wasn’t there a ‘finders keepers’ rule for buried treasure? Determined to reach the ring Andrea used her shovel to steady herself into the hole. Gritting her teeth she gripped the ring and pulled, it came off the bone easily. The gem was a large sapphire in a gold setting. There were words engraved on the inside. Andrea read them and everything went dark.
Dan called out as he entered the house. Andrea did not respond. He searched the house, the garage and the garden – no Andrea. A missing person’s report was filed. Andrea was never found. Underneath the tree roots the darkness slithered over the new body – a welcomed feast.
Bayou – definition: a marshy or slowly flowing body of water (as a stream on inlet), especially in the southeast USA.
There’s something about a bayou that shrouds it in mystery. Maybe it is the mists floating just above the surface, the eerie stillness or the sudden lash of a crocodile’s tail as it submerges into the still water. Contorted tree roots, hanging boughs and moss covered trunks conceal creatures and structures. Here nature fights for survival against man’s invasion. Even when parts of its area are claimed by human development, nature shows her power and displeasure. Floods and animal ‘invasions’ are common. Let’s face it marshy land isn’t really a suitable base to build on and displaced wildlife has to go somewhere!
The word inspired me to write this poem – why not share one of your own?
A faint splash
Laps against shore
And tree trunk
Bow breaking through
Unease grips visitors
At natures mercy
Echo’s distorting directions
Hiding route home
The bayou’s secrets
And untold stories
Hidden from view
And prying eyes
Have a good week everyone – I trust your muse will be generous.