Jan 21, 2021
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This Bright Dungeon
13 January 2021 Prose Poem Prompt: Speechless
The house is of old rafters and heavy, oaken doors, spun of our dreams, of hammers gentle as thread. It once had a chakra with a grounding bell.
Air electric swipes my breath, and up here, floating near the alabaster ceiling, a searing light pierces without clerestory or pane. This bright dungeon pulls me into the helix and I…
