The Hush.
And in that moment...
And
in
that
moment
there
fell
a
hush.
The rain and hail of humanity,
silenced
by
the
rousing
pulse
of carnality
drumming
A
new,
unwavering,
tune.
Alive again.
Sentient.
Shallow
in
breath,
yet racing.
The scald of its insecurity
soothed
in
the calm
of
a
gaze.
A balm
of
hope
for a life
uncaged.
The air
taut,
a loaded gauntlet,
brave
with
adventure.
Promising
pathways through mountains
up to
stepping stone
summits
eagerly
lining up,
to lead,
through a wilder place.
Where
white water
rages,
tears,
grasps,
and
arrests
every
breath.
Stealing
the stubborn
remains
of
uncertain
whispers.
Leaving
nothing
but
the
freedom
to
roar.
A tempestuous
din
of feral
fever and pitch
cascading
into echoes
of requited
longing.
Reverberating
around
in circles
of ever increasing
quiet.
Tethering us
in an
always
and forever
tenderness.
Bedded,
within
a
solitary
moment
of
hush.
About the Creator
Caroline Jane
Warm-blooded vertebrate, domesticated with a preference for the wild. Howls at the moon and forages on the dark side of it. Laughs like a hyena. Fuelled by good times and fairy dust. Writes obsessively with no holes barred.
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