Posted in #NaPoWriMo2017, Writing

NaPoWriMo 2017 25/30 Ekphrasis

We climbed our days, as they became our nights,
we were the weathered women in thunder.
We kept fighting while our hair turned silver,
painted away in the eternal white.
She turned to me with her grey crystal eyes,
her soul weeping with the rain, the grey clouds
weaved and roared about like a lone wolf howl
calling for mercy, from the rumbling skies.
Where are we? Alone upon a mountain.

Inspired by a piece from Luis Royo:



I like to think I'm a story teller. I love stories. I believe the world is filled with stories just waiting to be told and learned. I enjoy travelling down the road less travelled, with my iPhone and journal in each hand. Here you'll find all my poetic musings... Enjoy!

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