Girl On A Gravel Road

Another couple of pages from my photo zine, Zinanigans #2. 

Girl On A Gravel Road
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I’d observed her before
And had detected 
​A serene spirit.
Contemplative, intelligent,
With a rare unawareness
Of her own unique beauty.

Today she was walking
A gravel path.
Viewing the scene from the hill.
She looked out of place
On the rugged terrain
But seemed to tread 
Easily and familiarly
And I wondered
Had her life been like that?
A harsh journey
Further hindered
By intermittent potholes
Of adversity.

I hoped not…..

But, sometimes,
A tranquil nature
And gentle spirit
Can only emerge
From a life
Purged by sorrow.