Will a poem/story do? Nov. 20 word ...
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Will a poem/story do? Nov. 20 word challenge....
On a bleak strange day entombed in a hair-sack of broken dreams a rider, on a black mare, races and welcomes the danger of gathering gray-green clouds that resemble broccoli as they boil, churn sigh and stir capricious winds.
Vexed, she rides not upright but leans into the dark horse clutching its mane. Her tears swept away as they tumble from her grieving soul.
She looks sharply about, defers to the wind, halts her lathered stead. With eyes that burn she stares into the spring where several years ago, in this rock shaded place, she drank deeply of summer love, marveled at the beauty of her lovers hands as they satisfied desire. She reads his note, once more, saying there is gold and sliver in California, I’ll be back. Slowly she releases tiny bits of his lies to the wind. The small gold band he placed on her finger, a promise of eternal love, fades into the waters depth.
A funnel from dark clouds falls, lifts her whirling across the land, laughing she hears for the last time her father’s self righteous words:
“I warned you, he’s not the kind to marry a mouse like you, he used you, as will others, you silly clumsy, plain little Dodo. Your home is here careing for me till the end of my days. ”
The last she sees is a rider on a white horse hell bent for the spring.