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depictions by the rule of thirds; descriptions mostly freestyle words
Not yet
The thick-walled room’s cave-darkness,
cool in summer, soothes
by saying*
entry is by invitation only
or the waft of a damp white hanky
surrender your body to stillness
Not yet, not now, behind this prelude
heat of the moment is passion spent
water laps the aftermath
Larks rise and the thrush at evensong
sense the speed of light long days
– it’s all written in the dawn chorus
Better that I repose in half light
parasoled and wilting by the sun dial
than submit again behind closed doors
Rooms are for night and other reasons
a cave mouth spits bats and darkness
an oroborous throat of ancestors
These past summers have flushed out youth
like game birds from the grass
we repine to shades when the time comes
*Opening stanza from “At Noon” by Reginald Gibbons as Walt @DVerse invites us to use another’s lines for a ‘Summer Starter‘
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Wow! Your summer is sinister with oroborous throats! I learned a new word.
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an the eternal circle of snake with foot in mouth!
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There were some scary pictures on Wiki!
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I love the dark shadowed images twining through your words. The layers of atmosphere and sensation here are inebriating, Laura. ‘parasoled and wilting’, ‘it’s all written in the dawn chorus’
‘a cave spits out bats and darkness’ – a sense of tantalizing foreboding, and for some reason Uncle Vanya is coming to me, and also Alice through the Looking Glass, and a headache on a hot summer’s day as a storm brews.
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if it conjures all this I am thrilled Tish – as usual, imaginitive and brilliant feedback from you -many, many thanks for the encouragement
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You’re most welcome. You have a true talent. Resonant.
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airing words with such supportive readers as yourself ( ⭐ ) helps develop the voice – am so grateful for that
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A stunning write and a fascinating read, Laura! The shadows and edgy tone are intoxicating!
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was surprised where these opening lines took me and really enjoyed your prompt
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These past summers have flushed out youth – what a great image.
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have seen so many summers come and go 😮
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I think I am the only person here who doesn’t feel the ominous tone in this, I guess because I love caves and dark places and bats are a favorite. These past summers have flushed out youth….what a wonderful line this is. Entry by invitation only….oh yes indeed.
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love bats but not caves or shades!
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I used to be afraid of caves and then waaaaay back in university, dated a spelunker. He took me to huge caverns and not small cramped ones that go straight down. I learned to love the monster caves.
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was that a hunk who had you under a spell? what an adventurer you are – I panic when I cannot see the exit
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He was a sweet and gracefully thin English major….lol. I’m a sucker for black hair and blue eyes. But oh my, he knew his caves!
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Magic combination – swoon!
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I do love to seek me some shade.. but not with serpents… great take and ominous of a summer less good.
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Hoping to enjoy the sunlight – if it ever comes!
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Ah, a woman after my own heart – sinister much! Loved it 🙂
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Atramentous even!
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Love the earthiness and primal feel…so much more to summer than blue skies and warm temperatures 😉
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perhaps because dark wet days area all that summer has shown us so far – with some drama from thunderstorms!
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Deelightful and decadent, gliding like an eels in a swimming pool turned sapphire at night. Really good stuff. The sun is known; night rooms beckon with all we fear to know. Yummy.
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and deelicious analogy Brendan – you tuned in exactly
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