Cradel
From The Davenport Sampler
Ozymandias Lives
"I
met a traveler from an antique land..."
Cradel
by Lawrence Davenport
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Day folded into a deeper blue as the fiery sun eased into its mountain cradle. It glowed golden orange at its head blending to magenta to the south at its feet. Above its feet was darker blue, yet darker toward the center of the sky. Above the head a sallowed green rose breathlessly high up into the growing, darkening, demanding, blue. The fiery yellow eye closed slowly. A shroud of blackened blue took command of the sky and the mountain cradle graciously disappeared. A single light multiplied a thousand fold until the sky was crowded with tiny stars that vanished one by one as the blanket cloud of evening marched lazily in from the south. Trees rustled gently as rain began to fall and fresh cut grass mixed with the night air. So gently... so quietly... so alone... it rained. The rustling swelled into a roar each time the winds came to force a separation in the cloud. A half moon drifted in and out of sight, as did the white stone which lay dripping in the endless rain. The moon was colorless and limp, the rain dripping through the words
- Jeffrie Davis
- Dec 19, 1949
- Mar 25, 1950
- Little of the dogwood blooms could be seen except by an occasional flickering of a weak moon journeyed far into the west toward the place where the mountain cradle had been. A faint rose color swept over the stone as the clearing sky yielded to dawn and eternal sleep. Dew tears of morning and rain tears of night evaporated together under the warm yellow unseen sun.
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