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Calling Us

 WordCrafters Wednesday Prompt #1:


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Heat draws ghastly thirsts:
Atlas sloshes a cold ocean 
over a cut on his thigh;
Coke bottle green flies
descend.

Two hollow flies bump;
a whimsical note shivers,
births a spiral heartbeat.
Hurricane Flora wakes to see
glass fall.

Flora carries the roaring echo
through our yard, patio, back door.
Atlas tilts the trembling globe.
He leans into the tinny horror,
listens.

He tunes his burden
like a cathedral radio.
His effort gleams, groans.
He washes in a leaking, holy
ocean.

Flora dances in sodden skirts
Calling us to mourn his cuts
Flora dances in sodden skirts
Calling us mourn his cuts

Comments

  1. HelenJuly 29, 2021 at 8:29 AM

    Stunning poetry, Chrissa!

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  2. Carrie Van HornJuly 29, 2021 at 10:59 AM

    You have woven all the words from the prompt together in a magical way Chrissa! I love it!

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  3. Phoenix RetributionJuly 30, 2021 at 10:58 AM

    This is a breathtaking ride through the storm Chrissa.

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