NaPoWriMo day 25: Midnight summer dream

He’s bent, carrying the heaviness of the sky,

the day drags, light lags behind

like cape rolls over dry land.

 

Air spreads the sweaty smell of fresh baked potato

from the neighboring house.

As the incoming night invokes long forgotten rattling

of the fishscales in his boy-pocket,

 

tonight, at 24:00 sharp, he will take the same position:

Guardian of the fairytale gate –

with bowed head, and faithless grin he is

ready to escape his own world in dim.

 

Maja S. Todorovic

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  1. Wow! So many great things going on here – the heaviness of the sky, the cape rolling over dry land, the sweaty smell of fresh baked potato (my favorite!), the rattling fish scales, 24:00 sharp, the faithless grin – just some of the phrases/images/ideas that jumped out at me when I read. Very nicely done! 🙂

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