Sweven

9th

Drive In
Stars lay close, clustered like treasure piles spilled across the sky. Ahead of their shine thin silvered clouds drift and shift, back lit by the chill of blue-ish moon. Most admire the beauty of the free night instead of the movie we drove in and paid to watch.

10th

The Play
Shapes of resurrected sounds are sculpted and set onto paper to be played. Uncertain of my usefulness, drift on the fringe of well meant murmurs.

The Roar
Shale and slippery trails lead us to The Roar. It stretches strong and wide as the horseshoe. At top, swimmers splash in mirror of idle blue. Cautious of the currents beneath the calm, slowly into pool I slip. We find Serpent's Mouth, slender cavern worn into rock, a natural waterslide. Swallowed slip to Roar's bottom. Are we disrespectful to make a playground from such power?

Unchanged
Ripped from earth's embrace, a slumbering love is risen to light. It is unbelievable, by his unchanged face, that a decade of darkness and death has been between us. A heart can not hold the weight of what it might mean.

Cas and Jor
Rush into the rampant stress. We find the two. She is still she. Her daughter has shifted. The mother plucks battered baseball cap from floor. She sews and walks, sews and talks, fixing the found into birthday gift for Sr. Depart the crush to collapse in temporary caves.

Randonautica Rivendell
Church ruins on a hill. Withered waterfall, forged by human hand, sputters foams aside it. It's brickwork base a shallow bowl slick with filth and foam. Split. Some surrender to abandoned buildings beckon. Other march marshes toward mouth of the anemic stream. Hope whispers that we will untangle it and make the trickle clean.