We came from all directions a caravan of tatters To the uninitiated this passage of peoples, random as a rout a seasonal ceremony or word-of-mouth pilgrimage to hear a prophet speak Some of us left supplications to the source of ceremony bewildered by the pitiless nature of affliction and the core of humanity that smoulders in such fevered ashes
I’m recovering from a serious illness so it will be a while before I can fully participate with blog visits etc so ask patience for the patient
Tatters, ceremony & pitiless – from Kerry’s word list picked from the poems of Yeats for her challenge: Get listed
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