For Octpowrimo day 13, we are asked “What risk are you willing to take with your writing? Write for ten minutes exploring that question and see where it leads you. “
Risk? Me? Not on your Nellie. Safe and sound is my motto.
Here’s a snatch of what’s happening here at the moment.
From long before dawn to way after dusk
tractors and trailers trundle by,
three in convoy with each vast machine –
returning full, over and over again.
The maize is higher than an elephant’s eye
but will shortly bite the dust.
When they cut across the way
our view of trees will reappear
above the stalks for winter cheer
Meanwhile, we wait and wonder.