And at first I pictured
the impenetrable heat of lands
long wasting beneath the eyes of
an angry astral god,
Unloving—casting pieces of skeleton carelessly
like fishing line
Ripples moving rapidly across her parched
body, running from the scorching winds
And then her face Became.
Signs of life moved in her
and her eyes were the flavor of inescapable joy,
her mouth uttered poetry that begged the
worship of the God who scorched her skin,
and a reserved defiance
would silence the flinging of bones
and summon trees from the depths of a hardened earth
and water would flow freely
to tongues that had once been too parched to speak.
About the Creator
Elizabeth Nabret
I am a lover of the written arts, and think that expression through word is important. I am a teacher, a poet, a lover, an ally, a musician, and story teller, and I will search for and try to write stories that inspire.
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