Writing Prompt #5

Time for another prompt!

Day #9: Think of any word and search it on Google images. Write something inspired by the seventh image.

I stared at my bookcase for a while, trying to come up with a word from a book title that might produce something good. I decided on thorns. This was the seventh image:

I ended up writing a poem. It's currently untitled, so if y'all have any ideas, feel free to comment below. I also don't think the poem is complete yet, but it feels complete in this moment. Apologies for how dreary it is. I tend to write a lot of hopeless poems, even though I love happy endings.

The moon sits

high in the sky,

farther than it looks.

My fingers stretch.

I think I can grasp it,

if I only try hard enough.

The barbs tear my fingers;

I withdraw, clutching

my bleeding fingers to my chest.

I sit, huddled on a bed

of dead leaves and fear.

My shoulders,

hunched against the cold,

my hair, wild and unkempt

from years of neglect.

I have grown under this bush,

lived here for years.

Soon I will be too big,

and the thorns will tear me

unless, I curl smaller and smaller.

No room to move

under the briars,

no room to do anything

but fade away.

So what image did you pull up on Google? What did it inspire you to write?