Saturday, June 11, 2011

Flash fiction 55, 6/10/11

It tapered three stories
into the sky,
once a long time ago
under this spire,
a bell had sung
people toward double doors below.

We do not know when
the bell was gone,
we do not know why
a snake of wind reached down
and toppled just that gray
wood and slate upon this ground

3 comments:

TALON said...

The demise of a building is so sad...

Wonderful 55!

G-Man said...

Awww...
Something fell down?
Blowed-Up?
Better late than Never Izz...
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Sunday!

Mama Zen said...

This is a lovely 55!