Standing Firm

See darling, the ragged clouds how God has breathed like Papa’s pipe smoke and torn the sky this wind is Earth’s inkling of the will of God turn your face into it and give thanks for its flat palms and softened fingers see, darling how we have dodged the wrath and ripping the gorse may bow, the lake-water tip its caps and the rabbit crouch but we needn’t be afraid stand tall, darling we’ll stick our hat pins a little more viciously and hold our parasols with two white hands and our stiff, cobbled boots will hold tight to the soil that’s right, darling we will not be moved today
Written for MerrilDSmith’s Poetic prompt on dVerse “March Wind Ekphrastic”
And we shall not, we shall not be moved.
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indeed
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Gorgeous. Pipe smoke and a torn sky. Can you image how uncomfortable those boots must’ve been?
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I hate to think
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Light guilds everything you write. I read your poetry and it puts me in such an contemplative mood. Gifted doesn’t begin to describe your talent. I love your writing. 🙂
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guilds = gilds (darn typos!)
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THank you so much, Mike! That means a lot to me!
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