Our First Walk

A third part of Miranda’s story,

Ripple Poetry

2014-08-16 002 Rainbow on my Path – June Perkins

Our first walk
past the rainbow mosaics on the path
developed the beginning of
our short hand.

His short sentences about working as
a falconer
had me intrigued.

I had heard of this ancient art
but never before met a practitioner.

We could barely breathe words into the world
of our first meeting.

I didn’t know where his sentences
would end and he kept leaving me
wanting to know more

I would later discover he had a tendency to leave
them hanging …

like cliffhanger.

When I asked him his name
he countered me with a question.

What do you think it is?

Miranda discovers her true love is a falconer, but she still has to guess his name.

(c) June Perkins

What do you think Miranda’s true loves name should be?

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