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| Lighthouse Dandelions by Jamie Wyeth |
As dusks' indigo fingers descend,
little lions roar discontent,
lance-shaped leaves no match
for summer sky's churning monsters
billowing, rumbling, raging,
toward wave-washed shore,
scattering mighty warriors
to ferocious winds.
Beneath a lustrous glow
defeat is not acknowledged
but challenged with a pledge
to come back stronger,
greater. A legion ready to fight
and hold back the night.
by Margaret Bednar, May 23, 2013
This if for The Mag #169. The artwork above is this week's prompt.


