The house will not yield
Storm blows through another night
But we aren’t dead yet
The long, winding road
A dead hare, so forsaken
Like a lost puppet
Cotopaxi’s peak
In front, off to fetch water
Dead horse in the brook
Condors arriving
Around the dead goat, their meat
The circle of life
Torch light in a cave
Painting hands, dead bulls and deer
Hunter’s fame to last
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PS. I've forgotten one, just found the note:
Snow falling slowly
A blanket covering all
Dead bodies below
Fine individually, amazing together!
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DeleteBeautiful. hypnotic... :-)
ReplyDeleteEliz
The snowfall on the dead bodies: I picture the aftermath of a great battle.
ReplyDeleteSlow Death by Guinness
Prolific! Great interpretations of prompt. Very unique.
ReplyDeletea wonderful sequence of events. Your last, inevitably - as an afterthought - seems to need to find its place amongst the others.
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