|Venus and The Sailor, 1925, by Salvador Dali|
a prompt from Magpie Tales
The cart was yellow:
a child’s toy – a rescue van.
I drove it to the edge - of woods
around the yard - to save the boy.
He ran to me on tiny legs,
across the span of grass, where blind men
tossed the wood into the flames
of a fire pit.
The hunter hid among the trees;
freed the child as agreed -
not forever, just for now-
but followed close behind
the cart and tiny trailer,
where she'd put the books with purpose
when she tore the wrapping off
and tossed the ribbon in the grass.
She watched the boy cart them to the woods
as the little dog ran after, clamping her teeth
on a red ball, dragging her blue leash.
Submitted for Tess Kincaid's