AT AFTERNOON COLLABORATION
Sun was almost down.
Kids playing in grassy field.
Youngsters hand in hand.
Boy whispered, shy girl to blush.
reticently muttered.
Twilight displayed hues.
Boy uttered three syllables.
Eyes of girl glowed bright.
A toy-gun stuttered close by.
Sparrows fluttered wings in fright.
10/06/20
'Max 14 Lines Inspired -Prompt' Contest by Line Gauthier
Therein, laying dormant,
veils of darkly reposed
secrecy 'neath
foamy seascapes'
frenetic passages,
languishing below
sunken treasures'
false facades of
reticently rolling
shrouded bluffs,
shaded blood obscurely hued
of impetuous intensity in
unceremoniously bound
covert convolutions,
a million ancient
undisclosed shadows hidden,
notwithstanding combative
rumblings of death's
unwelcome sycophancy,
depths of centuries'
old unparalleled stories,
whence hush-hush
undulatory influx
of defiant upsurges
and turbulence reside,
that which only the
winds of indiscretion,
clandestine spirits
& gods could surmise
...whilst privileged moons watch over amaranthine skeletons
Herein, laying dormant,
veils of reposed
secrecy 'neath
foamy seascapes'
frenetic passages,
languishing below
sunken treasures'
false facades of
reticently rolling
shrouded bluffs,
shaded of darkly impetuous
hued blood in
unceremoniously
bound convolutions,
a million ancient
undisclosed shadows hidden,
notwithstanding combative
rumblings of death's
unwelcome sycophancy,
depths of centuries'
old unparalleled stories,
whence hush-hush
undulatory influx
of defiant upsurges
and turbulence reside,
that of which only the
winds of indiscretion,
clandestine spirits
& gods could surmise
...whilst privileged moons watch over amaranthine skeletons
THE SANDS OF TIME
We stop-- unquestioning the expertise of our Game ranger
focused--examining sand and road for tracks
Uncomprehending, we ponder waiting for clues he may disclose –the light of dawn
Finally- three words:”Do you see?”
A revelation for him
We try to discern—revealing imprints on a dusty road
Man of few words, he speaks again: “footprints...not animal...fresh, close and recent”
Bushmen behind a thicket of shrub
Authentic and unique-nomads in the Namib Desert
“A family... hunting” he enlightens us further
We sit warm in blankets and woollen scarves
They crouch, short in stature, hiding—naked and shy
Feeling uncomfortable, inappropriately wrong somehow..
Binoculars and camera’s enforce the contrast-awkwardly
Our arrogance, whilst they are natural –reticently
Our Ranger details informative dialogue—geographical lectures
Nomadic in their habitual housing, hunting skills faultless...
Every imprint in the sand tells its own story
Many not wanting their legends uncovered
Invasion – intrusive, identities discovered
We linger no longer—luxurious Game Lodge beckons
Enjoying a breakfast we had no need to hunt for
Copyright© April 2013—Kim van Breda
A bold clever desperate Earl found geese hidden inside jealous little Katherine’s musical
neighborhood, oblivious people questioning reticently since they underestimated very
willingly Xenic Yankee’s Zoo’s.
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