Before the Battle

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #106

 

The stillness seems to deepen.

Hush!

Soft footprint without a sound

On daytime ground

Cooling in the night-time shadows.

Out of black silence come two hands,

Blue as the moon and dry as sand,

Acrid touch of a woad warrior.

Yes, I know

It is you

Come to bid farewell

Before the battle.

Yes, I know

From the tender touch

Of your blue

Fingers against mine,

Stained black.

Yes, I know

You love me too

And I ache for you

To come back

In the depths

Of silence.

 

© Kim M. Russell, 2016

Image by: Kavan Cardoza