we summoned the change wind and it came like a slow salt beast, barnacle-skinned we summoned the change wind shaping our siren prayers – luminous, winged until our skin remembered the taste of rain we summoned the change wind and it came. A triolet for the Day 12 Napowrimo prompt to be found here…
some days it’s a long walk to remembering, (berg wind breath down my neck), slow to start the journey when i’ve forgotten that we forget. somewhere beyond the desert a butterfly unfurls her wings and here at the edge of the ocean the wind begins to sing. through the night i hear it calling…