She could trace the shape of the arch from a thousand dreams.

The sepulchral greyness: stones, ground, skies.

Rank reflecting pool; choking malevolent water weeds.

Clacking discourse of ravens; whispers in the hedgerows.

Sitting on the lover’s bench.

Alone.

Image by KL Caley

mélange: #writephoto arch; mlmm’s Saturday mix: same, same but different

same, same but different [synonym] words: chair; floor; tree; black; talk