I know I mentioned yesterday that I'd share what I got for Christmas but I'm feeling an urge to write some poetry. So I'll just list one thing today and get to more over the course of the week.
Kat got me this tripodand so far I absolutely love it. I've wanted a tripod ever since I started taking pictures and I've already taken lots of shots with it. I'm thrilled with the ability to take low lighting shots without a flash that don't blur. I'll be sure to post a few here.
But for now, here's your prompt for today: tribal rhythms.
Bare feet pounding on cooling sand
As the sun melts into the hills;
Making music since time began,
Which now seems to be standing still.
Hands thrust toward the starry sky,
Sway back and forth in unison,
Before slapping down on thick thighs
Louder than the sound of ten guns.
This dance will not stop until dawn
But I must rest my weary head;
I know that when I rise they'll be gone,Their bodies leaving naught unsaid.