Lost Dog
My paws follow where you were,
Alone,
Along a lonely road,
I cannot see—
What lies ahead of me…
Or where you are…
There are no lights
From our car
Where did you go?
Are you near
Or are you far?
I do not know
I sniff the ground
In the murky cloud-filled air,
Where
No shadow shape of you
Appear,
No muffled footstep sound
Nothing in this greyest night
Nothing can be found.
Weary
My soul begs where have you gone?
My tail between my legs,
I pad along the dotted white line
In the middle of the road
I whine,
Of you, there is no sight or sign,
In the dimmest misted fog
I am a lost dog
Dog-tired
I stumble on faster—
Running,
Searching
for my master
My panted breath
Merging with the fog.
I am a lost dog.
Lesley Scoble, October 2024
I wrote Lost Dog in response to Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #292.
CREDITS
Thank you, Melissa Lemay, for your inspiration.
The Poetry Photo Prompt image is from Annie Spratt on Unsplash.
Thank you, dear reader, for reading!
Lesley lives in the City of London Square Mile. An artist, actor and sculptor (her first ceramic sculpture won the V&A inspired by… Award). Scenic artist & book illustrator, playwright (her musical play, Rapscallion performed in inner city schools and theatre school); TV dancer; mime artist; Animator and illustrator for TV production. Set up Pinecone Studios Ltd and IIMSI Ltd drama and filmmaking workshops in London – producing award-winning films made by children.
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