The Volt #NaPoWriMo 6


With shy warmth hidden in the splinters Dawn yawns to a waking thought … the volt spawn circlet their first flight from slumber post and pillar … wings wearing dew Night surrenders in his passing … that she shall ever know he is her only desire … soaked burden bound to roof or crag they cling … they are gullet thrust worshipers of the ancients’ golden orb … antecedent bound by blood and wake … here they wait in silent dance and conversations for her arrival … unfurling their silver brown fans faint for breeze and blessing … as she rises once more above the plains to burn off the foggy morn … less with the bright nub of her candle stick … than with the glow her smile reminds existence … when she laps his dewy gifts once more … and the children rejoice … beating bright winds beneath their wings … until they soar golden in her giving light.

 #NaPoWriMo 6
  © 2015 Carla Dawn Dunlap All Right Reserved

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