July 15, 2010
Over at http://bigtentpoetry.org this week's prompt was a "hidden message". Although this piece's message isn't hidden, the italicized words I used are a sort of road map to a place.
Under a starlit prairie sky,
cradled by ebony spires,
The ghost of a buckboard goes creaking past,
While the cactus wren whispers his cry.
Skirting the crackled and fissured plain,
lies a red lake long since dry.
As the buck and doe stand silent watch
for thunderheads of a monsoon rain.
Silvery shadowed moonlight beams
En-robe each corner of this land,
and cast a magical glow on the valley below,
left shimmering as a dream.
At the end of some blistering summer day,
as I wander the canyon trails,
in this desolate vista I love to call home,
the night can take my breath away.
The relentless heat and sunshine makes me appreciate the lovely cool nights where I live. Although this is no amazing work of poetry, (I was not able to spend much time on it), I hope it conveys how I feel while out on an evening journey.
(All the italicized words in this piece are roads and streets in my little corner of the world- the magical and varied land of the Northern Arizona desert.)