NaPoWriMo 18


 It began with a feeling of restlessness

a prickling under the skin

a whiff of ozone

a startlement of birds …

she threw the bones,

spread her cards,

consulted the stars,

but all she got was chaos

no hint of how, what when or why

to give direction to the eager

race horse of her body

waiting at the starting gate

for a signal that never came.


© 2015 Christine Irving

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