3WW

fire and smoke

monday a message waiting..come close while the white full moon caresses the clear midnight. shackled to unwritten history i hear the chanting music of his beads and feathers quietly observe the ticking of uncertainty where he has no place to print his soft moccasin feet. floating along the cool quiet river, our heads bent in one breath we divulge a delicate language filled with intimate familiarity. with simple dexterity he navigates the watered tales of ancient days when we rode together on a spotted horse racing across open windows. caught by lightning’s whim, i can do nothing but stay until we cross again in a thunderous storm.
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Bones 3 word wednesday prompt offers this week: intimate, river, waiting
photo: Dancing in the Moonlight, I am Contrast, flickr

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11 thoughts on “fire and smoke

  1. I love the ancient feel of this piece. “his soft moccasin feet. floating along the cool quiet river” …I can almost see it.
    Beautiful.

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