Alter Ego

Rainbow in Pully, August 1, 2018


Alter Ego


I didn’t know what she was:
that brittle, reed-like,
human-like riddle.
A paper whisper.
A burn.

She made an ark
for a language the color
of loneliness.
Words rushed to her.
So did the clouds.

It was hard to watch her
drown in the rain,
while keeping
my fingers crossed
for the rainbow.


Prompt courtesy of Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, where Susie invites us to write about real or imagined encounters with our doppelgängers.

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  1. “Fingers crossed” how I remember that expression of so many years ago as we tested our limits and our parents patience as we experiemented with real life in our youth. Kids haven’t got time for that now as they are glued to their iPads…or have they?

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