Those Old Days
Those were the old days
when the air was treacle-blue
and stars were rancid bright.
We drank to the miracle of water,
walked within our own whispers,
pricked our shadows with pins,
and watched the world ripple.
Those were our washed days when
we read ourselves into a trance
and ignited paper into words.
Sunday Whirl #303. This week’s words are: miracle, water, within, touch, walk, whisper, shadow, trance, rancid, ripple, ignite, pin
Oh, HEAVENS. Just too gorgeous, Misky. ALL.
But especially this:
“when the air was treacle-blue
and stars were rancid bright.”
I could NOT figure out what to do with “rancid” (it ended up in my title.) This is perfection, in that it adds to your tone, instead of detracting from it (which is what kept happening when I tried to fit it in.) This is genius, with a word list, right here.
I’m delighted that you enjoyed reading it, De. Thank you.
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