There is subtext in this. Seems most everything these days devolves in one way or another. It gets harder and harder to sift through what we don't like to find something we do. Peace... r
This is a skillfully conceived and delightfully apt piece, Ch'eri, and a nice 'opener' to have you back amongst us, again. Your subject is one that many of us can readily fathom and appreciate, especially those with more years on the life-odometer than others. The symbolism is deft, the length just right and the analogues chosen quite perfect, in my opinion. On a parallel (if only indirectly related) note, I started off my life with a small red Honda motorbike, that I traded successively for larger machines as the decades progressed. Today, although old enough to know better than to trust my life to others (dipsh*ts) who carelessly drive their impervious armoured tanks in the freeway high-speed lanes, I still keep a beast in the garage (although not a Harley, but a zero-to-60-in 2.7 seconds Japanese kamikaze rocket) today, next to more pedestrian bicycles. The figurative transition through life, from immature youth to doleful seniority, is well portrayed in 'Red Roar'! It's an excellent way of 'reinserting' your presence here, in the Author's Den Community. Good on ya, Sheleagh!
Secrets in the Fairy Chimneys, set in Istanbul and Cappadocia Turkey takes Annie Tillery to an archaeological where accidents and thefts plague the scientists. Thrilling chases, cave explorations, and danger from desperate traffickers in ancient hist
The second book in the Megan Martin series takes Megan, her best friend May, and now the nosy neighbor girl, Brianna, on adventures through a haunted house.
This sounds like a poem about betrayal.
But who cares, bikes are mere toys for juvenile boys. :)
Wanna saddler?
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Greetings to Author/Poet Ch'erie Perrot.
Feb. 17-19
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU