Wednesday, 25 April 2012

NaPoWriMo 25/30

Mischief Winds

The rain gods came today;
showed their glowering faces
and puffed out cheeks.
The signs had knocked our door
had we been more astute.

Disturbed air,
a feeling of unease
and rippled shadows
made us wish we had  
crossed our fingers.

They’re out there now
weighing options.
Are we too small
for their powers
or will they taunt us?

So we draw blinds,
lay lines of salt
across thresholds
and whisper songs
forgotten since childhood.

We will trust to light now,
tend fire as if an orphan,
Swap secrets in the glow
and test truth
with the fragile flames.

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