Poem: "Like the Desert Wind"
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This poem came out of the March 20, 2018 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from
siliconshaman. It also fills the "citrus fruit" square in my 2-28-18 card for the Slice-of-Life Bingo fest. his poem has been sponsored by a pool with
ng_moonmoth,
fuzzyred, and
mama_kestrel. It belongs to the Yellow Unicorns series.
"Like the Desert Wind"
People speak in whispers of
the rare sand unicorns
of the deep deserts,
their habits and biology.
Their coats are a pale golden yellow,
the color of citrine sand in sunlight.
They dance along the sand dunes
leaving heart-shaped hoofprints as they
wander from one oasis to another.
They feast on oranges, lemons, and limes.
They browse on sweet dates and figs.
They purify the water in the pools.
Even the leopards back away
to let the sand unicorns pass by,
for their horns can cut like the desert wind.
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"Like the Desert Wind"
People speak in whispers of
the rare sand unicorns
of the deep deserts,
their habits and biology.
Their coats are a pale golden yellow,
the color of citrine sand in sunlight.
They dance along the sand dunes
leaving heart-shaped hoofprints as they
wander from one oasis to another.
They feast on oranges, lemons, and limes.
They browse on sweet dates and figs.
They purify the water in the pools.
Even the leopards back away
to let the sand unicorns pass by,
for their horns can cut like the desert wind.