The Colours of Space

I can feel the dirt beneath. The bark covered trees. Their nightmare swirls like a wall of fleshy faces. A saltless sea above me. Thousands of wired beads of fire. I feel alone in their void. No soul left here. The creeping cold sets in. A maelstrom of mist plumets to the ground. The colours of space. Floating like a feather as an age passes through me. Alone in this earthen embrace. A burden on my bones. An un-whispered tale. The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. I see that now.

Biography: I graduated recently from the University of Reading, studying English Literature with Creative Writing. I have now moved on to study for an MA in Creative Writing. I haven’t been writing for too long but like to think I specialise in prose poetry and short stories.