By Scott Bailey © 2026

Through shreds of mist
I catch fleeting glimpses
Of you
Twinkling lights, far below
Sparse at first
Spreading fast like glowing webs
Until burning it’s all consumed by fire
Only to start again
I sigh
A watch through the ages
Through shreds of mist

In response to malformed_poetry’s prompt

https://www.threads.com/@malformed_poetry/post/DTneIB-ipax?xmt=AQF0MWwyjZPQ9YYDPhZBWROktab-aJRQTm5s-C_LWp4OpObpovRwudZ-DZZ3qvpRssTpdCDJ&slof=1