Stone Ghost
A Terzanelle (of sorts)
for RCC
There was a ghost then
who seemed to touch my face
who smiled without the words again,
black horses in a broken race.
He thought he was alive;
I thought he touched my face.
I only counted up to five
fingers of flesh
and air;
He thought I was alive
when we walked handfast there
above a sea of dust,
soft dolls of flesh and air,
the sharp cliffs shadowed rust
as sun bleached caryatid hair
waved white in a sea of dust,
snagged on the moon's rocking chair.
There was another ghost then,
with a sun blind caryatid stare,
no smile, only words to make it end.
~May 2014
posted for real toads
Challenge: Play it Again
Margaret Bednar(Art Happens365) once again asks us to pull a challenge from the abundant archives at the Imaginary Garden With Real Toads. I have chosen Kerry's most recent form challenge, the terzanelle, but with apologies, because, as usual, I've not attempted pentameter, or even a ten-syllable line count, and taken a few liberties as well in slightly altering the refrain lines.
Photo: Caryatid, via wikimedia commons
