Close call …… by VJ Knutson
In dreamtime, he comes,
my eclectic animus –
sometimes raven,
often tree,
he seduces –
first in conversation
then in arousing flesh –
Spellbound, witless,
my edges soften, melt,
and just at the moment
of near surrender,
lucidity knocks,
yanks me from watery
depths – sets me back
on conscious soil –
Anchored anew,
I shake off the lingering
tingle, brain abuzz,
reconnect with aged
limbs, mundane ills
and skedaddle.
(Catching up with Reena’s Exploration challenge – image provided; and linking up with Manic Mondays 3 Way Challenge – anchored; and Ragtag Community’s – skedaddle; and Fandango’s – eclectic.)

Wow! Love the dream like quality of this post.
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VJ Knutson outdid herself here. Thanks!
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👍😉
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Lovely poem.
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Yes. Very evocative!
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Nice Mash up. If it wasn’t for the word skedaddle I never would have known it was one.. Love this prompt too Reena.
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Thanks, Violet!
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