A song I didn’t recognize came on the speaker
a melody that circled me
twirling me
with notes of cinnamon in her hair
& I noticed the sun going around with me
For too long I had spun widdershins
through life bouncing over rough waters
without rhythm
like a young sailor navigating in the dark
But I’m an old sailor now
& this new tune steers me
with measured beats
that make the way lighter
© 2022 | Phillip Knight Scott
Prompts:
- pensitivity101’s Three Things Challenge #851: Make, melody
- Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #245 – Widdershins
Often Mumbled Musings 
Lovely Phillip and such a great picture to go with it.
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Thanks so much 🙂
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You’re welcome
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We look back and learn from the foolhardy things we did in our youth – but it was fun! Nice one Phillip.
My seventy-five!
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Well penned.
Love the word “widdershins” – we don’t see it used often enough, IME. 😉
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I agree! Fun to try on a new word every now and then.
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Very nice. The photo is awesome. 🙂
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Thank you!
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That was a lovely piece Phillip. Hope you are having a great weekend. Hugs, Joni
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