Random Transmission from Bells Clearing
April 20th 2008 03:30
Nature has a coating that can’t be seen from afar, like a cats tongue or a leaf, or our skin. This is where the wheels of the Caravan start to yearn for release from the sodden earth. Oiled and resting, it is time to take to the open road. I saw dark clouds in last night’s fire, which always means a call for moving. Some have said it was smoke that I saw, just the burn off from the fire break. My blood is restless; travelling, and I have taken to packing, the fires are expected anyway. My eyes search darkening skies for a skyhook, and the heads of the Gypsy Vanners are low. Our songs and dances have shaved a slice off the moon. Onward, forward, our beginnings safely tucked away in the caravan of memories, onward forward. Clip clop.
~Lily
~Lily
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Comment by Bullamakanka
Hughie's Ziff
Bagman's Gazette
Sounds like itchy feet syndrome.
How are you? Sorry to have missed so much of your writing but I am flat out like the proverbial lizard.
By the way, very nice writing. Thank you for sharing
George
Comment by Lily
Bohemians United
Ars Poetica
thanks for stopping by George, lovely to 'see' you...
do you have any new scribbles?
~lily
Comment by Bullamakanka
Hughie's Ziff
Bagman's Gazette
I have half a book and a deadline in July for the first draft. A new tale of "Woe is me" at Bagmans Gazette.
Some days it is better if you just stay in bed!
George