Boom goes the dynamite

by Dancing Rivers   Jul 21, 2015


Early morning yawns and stretches her arms,
groaning as the realization of a new day dawns on her.

Must she really drag her wearied self from the comfort of the moons' embrace?
Must she face that torment another hour?

She opens her sunshine eyes
and boom goes the dynamite.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    This is truly excellent! The imagery and the personification used is superb. I love this one - one of my favourites from you. "Must she really drag her wearied self from the comfort of the moon's embrace" - excellent line!

    • 8 years ago

      by Dancing Rivers

      Thank you:) it's odd at first I was speaking of myself, then my shadow self, then the moon then the sun, there wasn't really a map I sort of just flowed with the stream

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