VANISHING ACT
by Marcail
Wavy images bobbing
Dancing on sunbeam mirrors
Eluding tender touch.
Seductive water sprites swim
In dreamscapes morning vapours.
Like the title of my tanka, "Vanishing Act," I am vanishing for the weekend. I will be working on the short story, "The Uxorious Husband" while away and hopefully have a post ready for Monday.
2 comments:
I can feel the morning mist and sleepiness of morning. Very nice, Marcail.
Thanks, Jason. Surprised you're not taking a break after the "Lonely Moon" contest, but it's nice to know there are readers out there. You are one decicated dude.
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