08 December 2025

An Empty Ruin

Leaf 233 – Reflections

 

C.F. Tunnicliffe - Song Thrush and Cyclamen (1960)


When I was young, I often used to find these discarded relics scattered on the garden path of our house. Looking back at our home, I remember thinking that only a few decades before during the air raids of the Second World War, it too had by luck or pure chance managed to survive suffering a not too dissimilar fate.

 

 

Empty shattered ruin –

slow whorled demise

of an old snail shell.

 

 

 

This poem was originally written and posted on Bluesky in response to a #vssdaily writing prompt: 'ruin.'