A/N: Written for the

Diversity Writing Challenge, a44 – poetry collection (total under 500 words)
Becoming the Tamer King Challenge, Data Forest task
The Poetry Collection Challenge, December 2014


rendering of the seasons
1: Loop Swamp/Summer

They were the long hours of wondering
where every place looked the same,
where there was no straight road leading out
and no sun overhead, to pass them by…

It was always murky. Always dark. Always moist
with the same sorts of flowers at every turn
as though they sign-posted: they only spelt
the spiral they continued
up or down

And if they reached their destination
or the start again, it was a fluke
and nothing more, because they could
have far too easily laid down
to rest before.