Prophecies

Bones piled high

bleached white beneath scouring sands

time has turned for

each passing of the hour.

Tides flow in and ebb out

casting upon the shores

detrius found deep from beneath

magic and wonders not seen

since the last turn of the clock.

Tears leeched from their souls

tasking glories to be replaced

upon cobble stoned streets

that have been forgotten.

Prophecies abound and stories flow

of change to come once more.

 ©Jay-lyn Doerksen

September 28/17

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom