Lest We Forget
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Naquillity
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10:06 AM
The valley is humming with
One hundred hummingbirds
Pressing their wings
Against fruitful air.
Their long, tenuous bills
Dipping into the
Red music of burning glass;
A league of sugared, red droplets
Shattered upon thirsty tongues.
Written for Saturday Scribes.
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3 comments:
I love the last 2 lines of this, especially the shattered droplets. You know, that lovely line - Red music of burning glass - from the prompt, has hung around with me all week, and although I've put a few words together with it, none sing yet, so it's great to read your piece.
That is gorgeous, one hummm of life and sweet nectar, what a lovely poem for a Sunday morning.
this is lovely, I love the shimmering of the humming birds
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