With Mercy (HS 137)

The wind moaned all through the night, groaned so,
making love for hours to the trees surrounding me,
the two swaying together long past the point of fatigue,
the rain blessing their union, torrential, tender
all the while, the rocking, the pounding, kept waking me,
to flickering memories of amorous romping leaked
through paper thin walls of some complaint. I believe almost
I have been there, in my time, in that place, felt it all, I seem
to recall now, as I lie fitfully sleeping through long hours of restless rapture
into dawn, waking near morning, after an anguished night tossing
in a cold, cold bed, having dreamt the dream of long ago in pieces,
a wholly passed passion once near me, dear once to me, oh now
how I hear, aroused awfully aware in this narrowing twilight hour
that no birds sing.

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Happy #WriterSaturday : ) Today’s writing prompt is


Use this #WritingPrompt to inspire a piece of any kind of writing, even if it’s just a sentence or two, a haiku too, and post that piece as a comment below. I would love to read it : )


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