White Silk And Whispers, written by Ken Allan Dronsfield at Spillwords.com

White Silk And Whispers

White Silk and Whispers

written by: Ken Allan Dronsfield



Lazy mists envelop this land

scarlet sky with a serene azure

working fields of cotton or yam

adrift within a sun dog’s rapture.

Awkward stare at a waltzing raven

escape aroma of decayed river silt

prayers come and rise to Heaven

her old wheel spins white raw silk.

A cool breeze blows over the bay,

whispers of death, the devil’s desire.

Life at the crossroad relives each day,

as Robert Johnson strums in the fire.

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