Saturday, March 5, 2016


held between posts of rigidity,
grey areas of frieze meet fear
unlike the dancer's stance, swaying to,and fro;
stretched to a frizzled tension
neither a leaf fell nor a flower bloomed
in the dreaded zone of extreme indecision

jumped into the cold emerald of the ocean
a splash of pearled water awakened the soul
SWAY © gillena cox 2016

Written for Kerry's prompt at
Flash 55
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Challenged to write a piece of poetry or prose on a subject of your choice in precisely 55 WORDS
For the optional extra part of this challenge, include the word EXTREME/ EXTREMES in your title or the body of your work.