Friday 55 March 16 2018

Another Friday finds us gathered to offer thanks to the memory of the G-man and his meme, and to try our hands at assembling our own models of relative verbal brevity in 55 words of prose or poetry, no more, no less. No rules except the word count, and a link to your effort in the comments below between Friday and Sunday morning. I look forward as always to seeing what creations your craft and imagination can supply.

My 55 for this week:

Cracks

Midnight's blue altar splayed

with a sacrifice of stars,

wind that tells secrets

to a storm darkened moon,

silence knocking with whispers,

blackbirds' questions at dawn

sharp marked on the sky;

all the weight, all the light draped

on the scream of a back

and in the shadow that passes,

the first of the cracks...

~March 2018

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Images: Blackbirds,  ©joyannjones 2013

Erecthion with caryatids, Athens, Greece, via internet author unknown  Fair use   Manipulated