Not The Rockefellers

sedate  sleight of hand fools the fire for a time though the thirst  persists 2014-Rene

she pinned namesakes in her hair beckoning summer igniting blooms that lit her way © 2014-Rene

i recall the tug the inescapable call my legs their journey a paper crane  tossed through glass  brewing perfect storms my soul did not flinch tribal drums coax wild flickers  from a distance it's a jungle in here © 2014-Rene for Magpie Tales

stories told in fractions taken up & wound around  eager reels life sounds  captured mid air taken in & spun around played by ear © 2014-Rene Photo via Magpie Tales Poetry Prompt