The Scirocco came in strong today
whispering tales of long-dead deserts
coating the world orange
laden with dust and fledgling narrative
These breathless moments when the ache
for Oxygen rips my heart a new beat
to carry such stories clouded in dust
so far across the Mediterranean
I taste the gritty substance of ancients
empires that raised and died
long before this late-comer continent
decided to join the fray
Long before this later-comer continent
raped the earth and enslaved the people
long before this late-comer continent
set forth across the seas
I taste the gritty substance of abuse
the greed and profit motive destroying
whole countries for the sake
of a fraction of a point
The Scirocco whispers of ancients
in balance with the earth
navigating the arid wastelands
by oases and starlight
These bedouin tribes collectively
alone amidst the sand seas
their footsteps rendered in dust
now coating streets and avenues
From the prompt: “The wind painted secrets in shifting gold.”
Leave me a prompt and I’ll write you a little something 🙂
