Mud-spattered Memory

Sheets of rain,
Tiny mud fountains
Spattered the tyres

We skid

The only accent of rebellion-
My clenched fist
With its plain gold band

Do you remember
The salt and sweat
As I do?

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20 Responses to Mud-spattered Memory

  1. barbara says:

    oh, my – the visual of the fist and golden band . . . good stuff

  2. I love the Title and the 3rd stanza the most. Enjoyed.

  3. cookiecharm says:

    I really enjoyed this!

  4. Draug419 says:

    Ooh very unique and cool (:

  5. Very nice use of prompts 🙂

  6. nessa1313 says:

    Definitely has the feel of things that are hard to hold.

  7. kymminbarcelona says:

    the fist and the gold band is startling. the rest, intriguing.

  8. Christine says:

    The whole piece is gorgeous, but that last stanza really brings an earthy rawness to it.

  9. Neetika says:

    I like how you’ve described the mud and gunk filled puddles on the ground as ‘Tiny mud fountains’. Can just visualize it right now.. 🙂

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