she has been caught up writer's island #17 time travel

I thought today I would try some surrealist automatic writing.
It comes from a prompt over at we write poems that I participated
in back in July.  I started with the letter `S`


She walked through a maze set to the sound of a soft beating drum.

Sweet violins in the air with a melody only for her ears.

Swift is the journey with lace curtains in the breeze.

Scurrilous fairies flew high above with poisoned words.

Swinging tapestry that is meant to wrap round and suffocate.

Seven dimensions in time become apparent, attainable . . .

Succulent desires rise and form rings of truth in water on the sea.

Sand filling her eyes she cries for the fold to release her.