Stumbled On

Stumbled On

the cobblestones, under
my double strapped sandals, arched souls
from a foreign past I never
learned- in this cities' wise man's
words hidden behind
abstract thoughts and brushed
paintings after their bath to keep
their figures as new as the first dry-

a pebble awoke my sole
dipped in my sweat, against a nerve
(I found on my journey)
below the third dust wearing toe,
filth slugged under my fingernails
as I threw the pebble down on
its friends, my ears caught
a tone above the birds singing in trees

It broke and lost me
like a dead language coughed from
a sea of unknown dementia,
encased in the skull of the almost
gone that grew at the time the bell
was raised from mighty history
onto its pedestal where it hangs-
the old ring sent me home that day



"The Writer's Cramp"  13+: Write the best story or poem in 24 hours or less and win 10,000 GPs!


Prompt: Write a poem or story about finding an old ring.


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