Desert Mothers

I swept the dusty winds
far beyond the burning horizons
the desert mothers have fed the storms with floating fears
with bloated tears
they've called
for you and waited
with the gloat of a cynic.

Author's Note

Feedback and reviews will be appreciated.

Reviews

[Paul Bell]

Short but full of burning lines.
The last line does it for me.

[Emomoemi Johnson Newcou..]

Thanks, Ruth Silver, for stopping by. Your review is very encouraging and motivating.

[Ruth]

Wow, stunning metaphor here, a most excellent piece...impressive in its surrealness :)