DAILY PROMPT
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt
There is a field
near my house
full of graves and bones
I used to wander by that field
and call out
“Is anyone at home?”
Nobody ever answered
no one ever said “hello”
Millions of bones stayed quiet
as I wandered through that field
alone.
I wish the bones would answer me
I’d like to take them out of the cold
I’d give them someplace warm to sleep
like the pot on my kitchen stove.
