A Cadralor poem based on The Oracle’s word list
it happened on one those
numberless roads. shadows
stretching long as an illness
reaching for cures.
the sun was just setting.
a crimson gash on the horizon,
as if irate to give up its rightful
place in the sky.
Mama had said: clean undies,
& keep yourself well-groomed,
in case you’re in a wreck and
laying comatose in a hospital.
the road coiled around ancient
birch, tall, shadows long, dazzled,
sabotaging sight with flash and
flash and flash, and then a deer.
He swerves. A tyre bursts. The car
stops at an angle. He remembers
tasting the smell of salt. The radio
still playing music. And religion.
Written for Jane’s Random Word Generator “Oracle” – the list of words may be viewed on her site. AI Digital Art is mine and created using Midjourney’s bot (v4). Image and poem ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting #cadralor @midjourney and @MJDougherty33
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