takes me home
to watch drops
roll on a window pane
waves caress sand
-a background refrain
I walk the forest
in my step
it leads me away
from where I came
of the Amazon has gone
the storm that lashed my skin
nectar of native fruit sinned
her arms tightening
under the lightning
I’m not tamed
for the soft shores of a final destination
that to roam is my home
that my peace is found
in the eye of the monsoon
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“Hola Christopher, where you been these days; it’s been a long, long time.”
“Ciao my friend, well, I been to the East Indies!”
“Oh don’ be crazy my friend, you know if you try to go there you’ll sail straight off the edge of the world!”
“Yeah, like you’d know; instead of sitting here in this taverno drinking vino, why don’t you try some tobacco!?”
“Tobacco, what’s that, some kind of new craze?”
f i v e s e n t e n c e f i c t i o n
Step by step.
A grand last view, if not grand last words: “Keep movin’ ye rat!” A shove in the back.
As if I’d stumble so easily!
And even shady palm trees. .
Step by step. T’wards my necklace of rope, and my ocean, looking suspiciously calm today.
No more maraudin’ when swingin’ from the gallows. No more saucy wenches, teasin’ me of my gains as I hang…
Ah, but I imagine by now you’ll be thinkin'; “what’s a dead man doing writing?”
Did you forget the pirate’s code, and really think the bushes were free of my crew?
Friday Fictioneers – welcome aboard!
Picture Renee Homan Heath