Friday, December 2, 2011

Flash Fiction 55: 12/2/11 Into Africa wild.

A strange tribe
slides from  heaps of shade

brown and black hip hop
 flat piles of rock;
glide from stiff and scrubby brush.

Sniffing over diamonds
lapping melded gold,

roughened clusters under bent bands
of muscle and glorious hide.

No cheetah, no lion,
only leopards watch
a roll of dice;
the fierce and very shy.


Brian Miller said... set the scene well and nice flow to your words...i thought perhaps they might be watching man, the wildest animal of all...

G-Man said...

You are so enigmatic Izzy...
Brilliant beyond words.
Loved your 55 My Friend
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

Zeba said...

I like this one.

Morning said...

Africa wild, what a ride.
love the dynamic imagery.


Mama Zen said...

This is lovely! Excellent imagery.

Titus said...

Spare, rare and impressive! Liked it a lot.

TALON said...

The rhythm alone in your writing took me to Africa. Awesome 55!