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Tents in the Desert

The pounding of the rain woke me

As sure as coffee 

It woke me 

I dreamt of crashing waves that night

Howling winds of desert sands, thirsty for nature's elixir

I dreamt of tents cast in bronze and raw silk 

The howling winds straining at the ropes

The smell of rain on dry sand 

The clouds racing the moon 

The pounding of the rain on the window woke me 

Starting me from the desert shaded in silver

It woke me.





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Martin Peacock

Sun 2nd Jun 2024 15:18

There's some evocative imagery in this. I especially liked 'I dreamt of tents cast in bronze and raw silk'.

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Wed 29th May 2024 16:32

I really enjoyed this. The setting, the language... highly evocative writing.

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