Heart-seeking Missile

She crossed empty bridges,

Climbed buildings

And mountainous ridges

That were nothing but smoke,

Searched in clouds, mist and fog,

Holding tightly to the rope

Of her romantic hope,

A bobbing carnival balloon,

A faded yellow harvest moon,

Forsaking her art,

A missile seeking a heart.

© Kim M. Russell, 2016

Collage created by Laura Bloomsbury

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Writing Prompt #175 “Double Feature!”

The quote comes from the opening lines of Cirilo Bautista’s poem translation by Jose Reyes “Don’t you know that a mountain is nothing but smoke?”