Savannah (89 Words)
Intro by thunder: golden eve
To case live boughs made émeraude
In molten, sparkling filigree—
Above the rain swept roads of old.
Mid muted rustle, whisper wings,
The shadow-moss hangs soft and fast
As tattered sails of infamy—
A phantom fleet out of the past.
Murder in mode, a mystery—
Snapshot of lightning, in a glance—
Sea-salt, green-eyed antiquity—
I think the storm, and feel you dance.
Written in response to Bill Sanderson’s lively drawing, “Dancing in the Rain.” Check it out and support the artist!
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