Fog blows in, a gasp
of winter from the coast,
muffles the shame of trees
scantily clothed in withered leaves.
Footsteps ring hollow on the path,
insipid shadows teeter into view
and disappear into the periphery,
stirred into the murky brew.
Sodium yellow glows from the village store,
disperses into shades of nicotine
filter-tipped with autumn hoar
and promises of warmth within.
I push open the tinkling door,
inhale newspaper ink and bread.
I exhale morning and my glasses mist,
clearing the fog that’s in my head.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
Shay has another Fireblossom Friday writing challenge for us and she says that this time we’re putting our faces right up to the eyepiece and looking at things through a distorted lens. She wants us to think about what happens if we can’t trust our senses or our mind’s ability to interpret what they convey, and write from the point of view of someone who is seeing reality through a distorted lens.