There is a pond
between two trees
behind a house
along a road
made of dirt
and quinine sweetened
poppy legs
"is there bread?"
a farthing said
"to feed the head
of twinkling dead?"
Though closer still
the throats of
legends sing the days
when every man
bears a name
upon his chest
finders hide
keepers lost
shine, the girls
toe and twirl
ring the name
string the trees
'round poppy's pond
roll knotty road
with sloppy shrieks
to see their names
upon the chests
of him who kissed
the crumbled bread
sundown, tumble, bow the head
crown of clouds
skies of grey curls
hide the eyes
of the girl
pink dress of skin
she waits for him
her legend deus
singult, singult
nolite timere
I am here.
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Studio 30+ prompt- Grey Skies
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wonderful choice of words for the descriptions of the clouds and sky. Also, I like how you led me through each line.
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Very lilting and magical. I picture a sprite on a toadstool or something :)
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ReplyDeleteSkies of grey curls... nice. When I draw clouds, they do appear as curls. All the time. I like that.
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