As Despair Grew Weary of Despair

Once upon a time in a wood
Where a brook flowed and ancient trees stood
It was dark with despair
Then a rose blossomed there
Through its thorns bringing hope where it could.

Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 24: Once Upon a Time.

Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

9 thoughts on “As Despair Grew Weary of Despair”

  1. Thanks, Meritings! As far as pricking one’s finger goes, I suppose despair would suggest something seriously bad has happened, but, from another perspective which may be hard to visualize, nothing seriously bad actually happened.

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