A short-term effect
an echo
and a stranger’s hand
– The Cure
..
The clouds have teeth
again, and the echo
…………(echo, echo)
of skin and talons
on whale-sized bones.
They breathe in great
fire hands that reach
for nothing but blue,
singe this sky with
their silence.
We watch them go
(these clouds, our souls)
all swirled up there in
cumulus castles,
moonlit moats.
..
Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 15.
Whimsygizmo's Blog 
Clouds with whale-sized bones!! So good!!
I like this poem that is a take on the RLB prompt very much!!!!!!
Great images here. I loved “all swirled up there in
cumulus castles,
moonlit moats.”
Great imaginations. The words are very picturesque.