His white-winged eyebrows take flight like a dove from Noah’s Arc. Firelight casts memories of his children’s laughter and glowing faces on the log walls. In the blue haze of the hearth, one contented man folds up his legs and dies.
An older man’s brown-spotted hand grasps a communion cup as his other gnarly fingers burrow like a mole into a loaf of soft bread. His white head, perched on top of a craggy neck, reads his children’s hearts like a map in the creases of his palms. His prayers are like fragments of ancient scripts carved into his sunken chest.
His white-winged eyebrows take flight like a dove from Noah’s Arc. Firelight casts memories of his children’s laughter and glowing faces on the log walls. In the blue haze of the hearth, one contented man folds up his legs and dies. 21/4/2023 07:44:17 am
Loved the 'dove'/'eyebrows' image. It really made this piece.
Rashna Tessa Walton
21/4/2023 03:37:17 pm
So poignantly told.
Kim Favors
21/4/2023 11:02:48 pm
Beautiful imagery.
Sue Clayton
24/4/2023 06:56:27 am
Captivating writing. Comments are closed.
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