The Red Bridge

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Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto

We crossed the bridge and entered the forest.
Dense, dark, damp.
The uneven trail meandered
Roots of trees trounced our venture
But we trudged on.

Day four of our adventure ended at the same place.
Back on the same bridge,
Hanging over the pond
Painted by Mother Nature.
We stood confounded

Now what? We looked at each other
Four friends, full of fire
Explorations kept it ablaze
Such dead ends couldn’t douse
The light within that led us.

The red bridge was our anchor
But there were three of them
Two more we had to find –
Green and blue,
To win the rainbow contest.

The quest is on with
Cerulean sky – our sentinel
Green awning – our angel
Lucent gold – our mentor
Silvery Luna – our comforter
And each heart – the wanderer.
© Balroop Singh

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48 thoughts on “The Red Bridge

  1. I really enjoyed the last verse. As a lover of color, I enjoy how you described each one. Also, the friends exploring shows a nice camaraderie. Lovely response, Balroop. I’m thinking about trying this prompt as I love the image.

    1. Fun we have with friends is irreplaceable Lisa, it conjures up some memories of hikes. Thank you Lisa, I am glad this prompt is nudging you, you must let your thoughts flow about it.

      1. Me too! 🙂 I still walk two miles a day at the farmstead, but will be delighted when I can extend my adventures. Spring is an amazing time to be out an about, even when we’re at home. ❤ Have a blessed and beautiful weekend, Balroop! xo

      2. Spring sings some special tunes Bette and inspires us to join in. Enjoy Mother Nature’s blessings and let’s wait for better times. 🙂

  2. Thank you for taking me along on this hike with friends. Some of the depictions remind me of hikes in our dense forest. The different coloured bridges are unique. I suspect your last lines are a loving description of your friends, the wanderers. A beautiful poem Balroop!

  3. A very atmospheric and mystic poem, Balroop. Each step in a wild forest need our
    attention or one might fall. A step this way to climb over a fallen tree, one way will leave you in
    wet moss.
    The coloured bridges are great imagination and a wonderful one. We need them all.

    miriam

    1. Some of the trails are quite difficult to traverse, as roots of trees make them uneven yet the fun of going deeper into the woods is indescribable. Thank you Miriam, for sharing your lovely thoughts.

  4. This is a lovely poem inspired by Sue’s photo, Balroop. Really like how as this poem goes on, the more it narrates an adventure – and with most adventures, there is always some sort of build up. It is great imagination there at the end, associating a colour with something that speaks to us. The last line really wraps up the whole poem well – at heart, we are all wanderers. Well written and put together. Have a good weekend, Balroop.

    1. Thank you Mabel, it is the wandering spirit that ignites imagination. I am delighted to hear that you could connect with it. Have a wonderful weekend, my friend.

  5. What a wonderful and magical poem for Sue’s photo, Balroop. Since we hike a lot, I had the beautiful images in mind, crossing over many bridges of our own (literal :)). Love your creativity! 🌼

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