By brookeshaden
From the sour scowl my mother wore, I knew she detested them. I wasn’t certain what the children were doing in the woods so late at night. The softest buzz of chanting could be heard. The faint scent of smoke and ash lingered. Was my mother right? Were they playing with the devil himself? “Witches! Whores!”My mother spat. I continued to peer outside my window, staring out into the black forest. “Stop staring! Is that what you want to become, Madeline? The devil’s whore?” I shook my head sternly. My mother stormed off, muttering prayers. A black smear was moving in the distance. I could see someone running. A blur of red, a dab of yellow. It was a girl. My fingertips touched the cool glass. What was she running from? Or, who was she running to?
– Ermisenda Alvarez
*image source: dreamworlds.ru
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What about God? 
Very nice, and thought provoking. I am staring at the photo, trying to figure out what she is carrying. There is definitely a story to be told behind this high -energy image.
Thanks Jennifer!! Yes, I was trying to figure that out too. Ultimately, that’s why I decided to use my own picture that I did know what was in it, 🙂 Blessings, Terri
Chillingly powerful work, thanks for sharing this with us, Terri. E’s work is intense 🙂
thanks Janice!! I really appreciate it. E- puts out some great prompts!! hugs, Terri
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I love how you are able to not only piece together a fantastic poem inspired by my short paragraph and photograph but you transform it into something entirely your own. Great work, Terri!
Thank you very much!! That means a lot to me ’cause I so enjoy doing them 🙂 Thanks for always giving us a great prompt to work with!! Blessings, Terri
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This one is different, Terri. Usually, you kind of add a what’s next with your poems but this recreated the paragraph. Equally powerful and very well done!
Thank you Anne! I shall be over to see yours shortly!! smiles, Terri
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