Tales of meanings

Scibbles in my head

The light captain travels the land as points of ligh,t his voyages possess the effortless speed of planetary orbit. he makes it possible to strip into darkness like slammilng a door, his maps are like snap shots taken in cruel flashes of light, theres no room for ambiguity. the world exist in sharp planes mountain's cast no shadows tree's stand as still as dead stones sometimes he had with him his daughter who looked only to the sides, and never straight ahead she missed the manny slashes of land her father captured and frooze at night around the fire she drew her own maps like a tunnel, sky at the end land down the sides. to the captain these were mere simpleton drawings she may as well have been screwing clouds into jaws.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I wanted more. You write like a Jack London story. Giving important details and allowing the reader to see the vision described. This story took me to places of sky and maps. Made me part of the tale. Thank you for sharing the excellent short story.
Coyote