Today's prompt from the Found Poetry Review came from Harold Abramowitz, his challenge was that you take an incomplete memory and come up with 6 different versions of that moment. Here is mine, based on a memory of a first walk when the rural pub to which we had recently moved had closed for the morning, or was it the afternoon - I forget. The pub was called The Cider House and I lived there from the age of 8-17.
Mist-shrouded children lead a family
In circles on their first walk
A new start amongst cider-soaked farmers
Empty hedges border the grey arrow path
A direct line for sisters to take
Away from apple-pressed folk
Fog-filled fields yield open space
To a family re-gifted their own lives
A temporary respite after hours
A slate-painted backdrop clouds
My inaugural trek, my maiden voyage
From our Cider House home
Time is called and we step
Child behind parent, exchanged for the locals
Licensed to wander unlicensed wilds
A solitary lowing in the gloom
Growing at my back, the pub
Stands silent, waiting.
A writer - I think that says it all.