In the Wild

Post No. 878

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In the Wild

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Driving at a snail’s pace corrugations rattle

As the road runs over arid riverbeds

The scenery loops round and round, over and over

A recording stuck in the groove

Then slowly a change takes place, a small dam ~

A large puddle ~ and just around the bend a trickle

As water dribbles along between giant rocks

Growing gradually longer, wider, stronger

Yet the overall emptiness of the riverbed remained

Small antelope could be seen now and again

The young kicking up their heels with frisky leaps

And majestic posing of adults in their prime

Making us aware of their entitlement and our intrusion

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©Denise G Allen, 05 October 2015 08:32

‘Twas a Wild Wind

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‘twas a wild, wild wind,

a wily, capricious

wind from the west,

its mischievous

spirit wavering, teetering

‘tween destruction and

obstruction – construction

not an option!

thrust and pause,

howling and moaning,

keening and droning

until it slowed to a sighing

as daylight lifted its mood

and its temper subsided

which was all to the good.

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©Denise G Allen, 28 September 2014 12:27

Wild Moon Night

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‘Twas a wild moon night

With creatures taking flight,

Dogs howled, cats yowled

And the wind lashed branches ‘cross the sky.

Sheltered safe in our secret place, you and I,

Hearts rock ‘n rolling, emotions exploding,

We loved as no-one ever loved before;

Our love would never die,

Or so we thought, both you and I.

But time did not agree

Faithfulness you failed to show

Nor truthfulness; loyalty was fantasy,

And so the dream was doomed to die,

Dashed by the shock of a fatal blow.

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©Denise G Allen, 23 February 2013 10:42