second star to the right, straight on til morning
he found her
under the porch
where wounded animals
hide to
lick their wounds
alone
heartbeats racing
bodies trembling
tears trailing
down faces
covered in dirt
from the dark
dusty recesses
its not clear
what impulse
made him
extend a hand
she looked
like she might bite
but he was brave
and good-hearted
and knew a thing
or two
about days
that might drive
a child
to hide
under a porch
its not clear
what impulse
made her
accept the hand
he had a kindness
in his eyes
and she was brave
even when she was scared
cautiously she emerged
squinting into the sun
the open ground felt
vast
exposed
vulnerable
they quickly negotiated
climbing together into
the wide boughs
of the oldest oak
where they sat for hours
eating apples
talking about
pirate ships
that sail in the clouds
treasure troves
and the best stars
to navigate by
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The best kind of non-collaboration I can think of, my friend. Gecko smiles big.
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Thank you for the inspiration and the hand out of the darkness.
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You are very welcome. There is room here at the Go Dog Go Cafè!
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Reblogged this on sailorpoet and commented:
I share this with all of you because this is simply put, excellent from under the porch up to the rooftop. So honored to call Christine my friend, and to be up here chilling out in the branches.
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Oh wow
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Thank you Sarah. Thank you note to a good friend.
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“…she was brave even when she was scared.” Perfect.
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We are survivors.
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awesome Christine!
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Thank you! Trying to come out from the dark places.
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Reblogged this on RamJet Poetry and commented:
amazing piece from my dear friend Christine Ray
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A brilliant, tender piece. Wonderful writing!
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Thank you Howl. Somebody offered me a very precious gift of friendship and I hope I was able to do it justice.
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That is a wonderful way of putting it. I can imagine there are a lot of meaningful moments born out of that friendship.
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This was such a personal and heartfelt poem about two souls connecting and trusting each other! So moving! More, Please?
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Beautiful, Christine.
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Thank you Emily!
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