Before this coast was swamped by sea
and dinosaurs vanished, was I simply holly?
I remember heat and thorns
as big as ceraptosian dinosaurs’ horns
and plants higher than the windmill
on the salt marsh edge that was once a hill.
Skies were always endless, as were the silent-black nights,
which twinkled with a million lights.
Now I am faced with extinction,
bring on the tempest of inspiration.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday’s Mix – Flashback
Teresa is hosting Saturday’s Mix this week, and we are looking at flashbacks.
She says that flashbacks don’t just give us information about the past, but a better understanding of a character or hints of things that are to come.
The task is to write a piece of short prose of poetry that includes a flashback. It can be based in reality or completely made up.