five of us protected, against the ravages of modern time
a sixth who follows closely, stepping cautiously behind
hiding from the orange sun and blackened ash crept wind
the cool rivers that remained, anointing pale and withering skin
afraid of the daylight, in night we roamed, sheltered we persevere
concealing peel and blistered burns from infected atmosphere
man thought too late, the discharge of mushroom clouds that billowed
in the end we are what’s left, us six ~ the aftermath ~ the widowed
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One photo, two poems… a challenge amongst friends – no peeking!
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ooooh, dark… me likes! 😀 love the second couplet… wonderful work, Jen xxx
dark..hmm hard to get away from with this pic 😉 thank you darling, not having done many – this indeed WAS a challenge! xxx