Today’s prompt is a stanza from “The Lake At Dusk” by Robin Robertson (from Swithering, Harcourt 2006)
Rinsed after the rain,
The forest is triggered and tripwired;
When I pause for a bird call
The silence takes time
To reassemble around me
Like a dream retrieved.
No-one will find me here.
Go!
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