... thanks for sticking with me through thick and (very!) thin during this month-long... very long... challenge xx Having excised my dumpster-demon (which I admit has been dogging me for a while!), I'm feeling back (sort of!) into some sort of stride... and nearly two-thirds of the way through... YEY! :)) xx
After long hours of solitude
in the saddle of a mind
exploring deep canyons,
dark space
fine company trots in close
as a campfire’s naked flame
dancing across an old love’s face
Wal, an' it's a right perty little thang to boot. Wouldn't mind keepin' comp'ny with sech a fine feller mesel'. But keep that camp fire a burnin' and we'll come aroun' some time or ta other and sit a spell there ourn sel's. --Charlie
I think I'm still two furlongs behind you, and my poor mare's going lame. I might walk this next round.
It took me to the Grand Canyon, early 1800, when a campfire would have had "...naked flames dancing across love’s face..." as the pioneer kept threading forward...
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
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Cryssa :~)
Wal, an' it's a right perty little thang to boot. Wouldn't mind keepin' comp'ny with sech a fine feller mesel'. But keep that camp fire a burnin' and we'll come aroun' some time or ta other and sit a spell there ourn sel's. --Charlie
I think I'm still two furlongs behind you, and my poor mare's going lame. I might walk this next round.
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Carole~
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Georg
George