Poetry Red sun hanging low behind barren trees obscured by a low mist

She twirls on the
palm of my hand
skin puckered to the swish
of her clear skirts
bare footfalls
up my arm
blowing through
the tangles of my weeping weaves
whistling by the drums
of these winding caverns
Thump~ a beat
‘Listen!’ she howls
‘The river of blood
that runs through All.’


8 responses to “Bloodline”

  1. Wow! That’s an amazing write, Rafia. Wondrous imagery and feeling. ❤️

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    1. Thank you Jeff! Hope you are doing well ^-^

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      1. You’re welcome, Rafia! Doing wonderfully and hope you are too. 🤗

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  2. Beautifully crafted words, Imagery is perfect❤️

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