Louchébem Days

The lizard days, flattened against dusty walls, notched with deep shadow, even the market hushed for once with exhaustion.

The horse days, close and misty, when the beasts steam and their breath flows in tatters.

The wolf days, when bravos run one another through at noon, their hearts full of heroism and the scent of jasmine.

The cat days, as summer stretches to grim autumn and the chateaux smell of mildew and the lees of wine.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s