To the hill

To the hill, I mounted barefoot to see sun rising from ashes,

Heart thumping, blooms a sweet desire in my heart to touch, kiss the sky,

A river, meandering through deep valley makes me feel alight

source- capetown travel

Poetic form: Sijo

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Run Away

Copyright – EL Appleby

“Oh God, save me,” he was running away from some scary creature with a long wide trunk and small tusks, that were very much hidden under the shadow of the massive muscular monolith.

“How is it running so fast?” he glanced back and found that this elephant look-alike creature had hooves for his legs and…, “Has he got a black and white rear with a tail?”

His heart was throbbing and he couldn’t run any longer; all his concentration on the beast. He didn’t notice the valley looming before him and thence, he fell down, waking up from a dream.

* Written in response to Friday Fictioneers challenge and that too when I am half asleep.