Hidden Things
Yesterday, among the zucchini leaves, I found a large zuke, as long as my forearm, lying in the dirt under a yellowing leaf. It had been there a while. There were pale scallop-edged patches where voles had gnawed through the skin. I had no idea it was there, and it felt like discovering a mysterious treasure.
So, write about something that has been hidden, but emerges–an object, a feeling, a person.
Tags: hidden things, poetry, Psyche, voles, writing, writing prompt, zucchini
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