From the One Single Impression prompt: Copse
(pure stream of consciousness… I was going for imagery not sense!)
Stinging envy needles shout Zuul!
I don’t believe in any of this
I’m sorry
But still they taunt me,
Their verdant greenery aflame in need
I fall as the sky chuckles
The lavender copse, my only salvation
In this dream of life.
The Little Writer That Could 