Welcome all, to the Thanksgiving edition of the Friday 55. This year has seen so much turmoil, death, despair and anxiety that pulling anything up from a well of gratitude can be difficult, but there are indeed things to be thankful for, like those we love, the hope for change and renewal we have under a new administration, or like this gathering of writers remembering our history, our craft and an absent friend, the G-Man, who originated this meme and never lost his sense of humor or support for others in his quest for a kickass weekend for all.
Thank you, Galen.
As always, this isn't a prompt about anything in particular, even gratitude. It's the 55. That is, 55 words of your choice on any subject, in any form, so long as the total comes to 55, no more no less.
Link your result in the comments below and I will be by to see what you have written.
Because of the holiday, the prompt will be extended from Thursday at midnight all weekend through Monday at noon.
~*~
Here is my 55:
Over The Wind
I threw my leg over
the back of the wind,
or was it the mare
who gallops my sleep
your face
bounced in her bag,
leaves on her eyes
storms in her tail,
a jagged nightbird
with razorglass song,
dragon-winged
by a child's sleeping breath?
And I the rider
faded as fable,
lightning passing by.
November2020
Images: Vintage postcard, manipulated Fair Use
Photograph of Galen Hayes, source unknown Fair Use
Donnerstag, artist unknown, via internet Fair Use
Dragon Awakens, © Theodore Severin Kittelsen Fair Use
