This morning we’re on a tour. I love the tidal pools,
alive with multitudes of tiny fish and crabs, and, of course,
the famous razor mussels, dark blue to black, and succulent.
The guide picks one up. I wonder how many times
that particular mussel may have been disturbed
from its sleep. Can it survive the continuous scrutiny. Who knows,
our guide may have a favorite, a pet, one she knows well.
Maybe she’s even named her special friend.
At our last stop, we step inside the church where you can
see the same ladder the famous author looked at every Sunday,
wondering if it were a stairway to heaven, addictive kingdom
of ideal beauty, hoping it to be, perhaps, such an easy climb right up there
from just down here on Prince Edward Island. I wonder
if Clara, Katie, and Lucy, even Anne, may all be found together up there.
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Happy #WriterThursday. I hope you are all alive and well, and taking care of your loved ones together. Today’s writing prompt is
Use the #WritingPrompt to inspire a piece of writing, of any kind, any length, and then post that piece on your page and link back to me, or simply leave it as a comment below. I would love to read it : )