Silent Dust

The dust is still; there are no more stirring winds to give life. The dust sits. The books are unopened. They rest on their shelves, forgotten. No hand turns their pages; no eye peruses. I heard, I thought I heard, a voice amid the dust, but there is only silence now, deep and baren silence. There is nothing left to break the silence. The dust lays upon the shelves, and no one speaks a word.

I see here, many eternities ago she walked in the dust, the footprints. I cannot follow. The dust hangs heavy, and no wind stirs the dust. She took a book. I see the empty slot it sat in. It was a red book—when she touched it, when she lifted it and all the dust came pouring off, its color returned. All things are grey and covered in dust.

She read the book; she must have read the book. I don’t know what it said. All words are forbidden by the silence, and no voices break the silence.

Dust

No death is here, nor light, nor sound. Nothing remains of all that’s scattered on the ground. The fire raged and turned to ash this forgotten land. No wind to scatter it, to let something else grow. Layers of ash on ash never to be disturbed. And yet in this place I see an imprint.…

Ashes and Bones

Though everything was covered in ash, the fire still burned, glowing in the night. The grey flakes settled over all the land as the billowing flames sent their dark smoke, their blasphemous dark smoke, into heaven. She burned in fury, in confusion, terrified as her very soul was caught up in the licking tongues of…

Poem: Dust Resumed

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Drabble: Dust

Where not was the ash? It was settled over the ground, grey and dusty. The breeze moved it about in dreary swells. Sometimes you saw what was beneath, the charred wood, the black burnt timber which had been the bones of this house, and other bones, small bones, corpses trapped behind locked doors, bones leftover,…