Tag: Fog

  • Writing 201: Fog

    Ites My mind was amongst the stars, peering down, embraced by the twinkling haze. He held me tight with his hands, and his steady gaze, softly, he promised me,┬áhe wouldn’t let me fall. Hmmm an elegy. Today’s theme is fog. Prompt: Fog Form: Elegy Device: Metaphor (Ites is a Rasta slang for heights.)