The waterfalls are real. All night it rained
On black rocks where eels
Slither and cling for centuries
Out there in the black hills.
or the lizards in the poem of that name:
Lizards are kin and can return to stone
At will. Transfixing a shield
Like a spear a lizard froze in the sun, a thing
Of bronze, yet quick. See the dart of his tongue!
excerpt ‘Rain’
by David Campbell
That is seriously cool…
Splendid introduction… Really cool compo!
Very cool, the red stone lizard…nicely seen
Very cool shot. I’m proud to say that I didn’t need the title to guide me! Oh, and as I was reading along, I thought to myself how odd you talked… and then realized… I didn’t stay prooud for long!
Isn’t nature wonderous? You really captured its imaginative DNA here.
i’m so impressed my friend!! everything fits in this artpiece!
ha… good-looking. don’t know if my mind would’ve made the connection without the title