Pilgrimage

Picture credit: Britta Benson

Just to shake things up a bit – and because it’s definitely not a poem – here’s my take on Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt ‘Prilgrimage’ in 93 words (https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2024/04/27/weekend-writing-prompt-361-pilgrimage/), inspired by a photograph I took of a moss and lichen encrusted iron fence in Glasgow a wee while ago. You all know how much I love moss and lichen, so away we go. Yet another ‘fluffly-lovely’ post, of sorts. My pilgrimage:

I like a long journey condensed into a small, small space. Eyes wander from fluffy-wide spring air to cool, solid iron. You’d think a fence is a fence and that it’ll stop your view once and for all, but you’d be so wrong. Lichen softens the blow. Opens up infinite possibilities for much deeper exploration and perhaps that lofty goal – the centre of the universe – so far away now it can never be reached. All the better for us travellers who enjoy a lengthy pilgrimage just for the sake of moving, traversing beyond.

Happy Saturday to you all, and I’ll see you here tomorrow, if you wish!

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