Napowrimo 2022 Day 1

 Day 1


no prompt...just an image


The ancestors

 

Are half-moon, copper and serious they hold the Pleiades scattered like a handful of grain, they flashed the gold around and we turned with our backs to the stones to better see the shine I have been digging around and the answers all returned the same most of the rest of us scraping by with the earth beneath our fingernails and then stealthy and namechanging hard to pronounce, alpine or mitteleuropean, pogrom or waltz or just farmers, grit in the eye of our ancestry tm, half-moon copper and serious  infiltrating the easy same same same, a hard consonant in a soft sh, the ancestors



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