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Sunday, February 5, 2012

Night of Ruins - Red Dust





Night Of Ruins

Into the petulant night of dubious rebellion she runs hair flowing, true as a
thin steeled dart on bare feet - lifting  the latch onto mistaken fields of
concrete freedom finding  endless exile in that sudden sense of metallic
staccato sprung fuses - she slumps but another anonymous scar her head of long
hair billows lifeless as any other  tumbleweed in the promised poisoned
pestilence of the Night Of Ruins,















Red Dust


On the steps behind the garden gate he sat, small dark eyed boy compact and
steely as a newly minted dart coiled in the exile of his mothers dubious fear. 
Outside others shouted, kicked unseen stones in the red baked earth - he watched
as billows of joy drifted through the latch until a boy chasing a soccer ball
came to the gate and  waved him on - petulant, dubious, rebellion puffed his
sparrowed chest and dark eyes dancing he quickly lifted the latch and ran onto
the red rousted dust as fuses sprung and all was glinting metallic,  a boy arm,
a shower of red rock, a sneakered foot, the soccer ball, all collateral damage,
scar on the land - this now gone boy once safe behind the grated gate now mixing
with the red dust.







19 comments:

  1. Surreal and a bit frightening - inevitable, given the wordle words!

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    1. Yes, I agree VIv given the words could not help but travel somewhere surreal and more than a bit frightening. Thank you so much for stopping by and commenting!

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  2. Your images are fantastic, Pearl. "rebellion puffed his sparrowed chest..." Wow!

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    1. Awww Thank you Brenda... your words take me to new lands each week. Thank you, thank you.

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  3. Awww... both sad, in their own way. Yes, frightening too. It seems to words this week have taken us all to dark places.

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    1. Yep...the words took us into the darkness. Appreciate as always you stopping by :)

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  4. Wonderful images, Pearl. Definitely surreal, good write.

    Pamela

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  5. I like the red dust one. Well, "like" is wrong.

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    1. Lol. Thank you ... for not being able to "like" the red dust one.

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  6. Very sad, Pearl! Indeed very sad. I am late today, so am sharing my link:

    http://inthecornerofmyeye.blogspot.com/2012/02/wordle-42.html

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    1. Mary - always so lovely that you stop by and read and comment and here you are late today and still dropping in... Thank you!

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  7. good stuff, still working on figuring out the prose form. These are good. 'Promised, poisoned pestilence', like that.

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    1. Mark - Honestly I really enjoy these Wordle words - I look at them and a flash of some different land and a little story appears - it is quite fascinating - I'm riding and writing them as long as it lasts. Thank you for the kind supportive words!

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  8. Pearl - these are good - strong, vivid images; I could smell the red dust and the boy becoming part of it ... so sad, so topical unfortunately (the war might be over but I don't think this part is finished)

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    1. Yes Sharon - so sad and always some little boy or girl somewhere in the dust. Thank you for stopping by - and the compliment about 'strong vivid images..." I am moved that I moved you - you write on such things in such a compelling voice.

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  9. You gave me chills with the 2nd one. Powerful.

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    1. Oooh chills - Thank you Cheryl - these words, each week take me to some land that drifts in from I don't know where.

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  10. I know I left a comment yesterday, saying how I liked these, Pearl. Curious?

    Pamela

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    1. Thank you for stopping by again and letting me know. I so appreciate the time you took in doing so and checking back !

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