Monday, January 4, 2016

short story slam week 36

 
 
 
 
tracing from left
right, the romance poet
searches for her moment
 
wings flapping up
and down, the wild geese
glides for his island
 
sitting still all day
the pale crane hungers for
the day's fishy prey
 
long black curling hair
in piggy tail, bunching up for
spring lily
 
anticipating treats from
nowhere, baby Laura braves
for a magical carpet 

3 comments:

  1. Absolutely magical! I could see it like a movie in my head as I read this. Thanks so much for sharing!

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