African Gold

[Dark Muse]

African Gold

Saffron infused skies,
the sun crests the horizon
a rising fire amid the
stillness, only.

Nowhere left to hide
before the naked eye
across a distant plain.

Dried-yellow lake
suffused beneath the heat,
cracked, parched earth
under a cloudless sapphire.

Wheat-brown hues move
with stealthy subtlety
where a shadow is no
reprieve but a danger signal.

Even the wind barely stirs,
muted where the slightest sound
spells life or death.

A place where everything
is held suspended waiting,
opportunities rare, once offered
like stolen gems.

Here a treasure
which does not catch
within the sunlight, its
weight knows no measure.

But it breathes with life,
a land woven in gold
that is more than a stone
but sails through the soul.

[tailor STATELY]

Wonderful poem. Especially
But it breathes with life,
a land woven in gold
that is more than a stone
but sails through the soul.

Typo: 'subtly' sb - 'subtlety' if you desire the noun I believe (I kept reading and reading -wondering where the missing syllable was).

Now I'm thirsty.

[Dark Muse]

Thank you!

I knew that didn't look quite right, but I wasn't sure what it was supposed to be.

[hillwalker]

Very descriptive - one can sense the parched landscape and also the danger behind the beauty

[Delta40]

very strong imagery muse - wanna hop into a 4WD and go there now?

[Bar22do]

An awesome poem! the combination of words and images and of a bit of mist all make for a beautiful picture (with a sense of fragility behind). Thanks.

[Dark Muse]

very strong imagery muse - wanna hop into a 4WD and go there now?

Sounds good to me!

Thank you everyone!

[Delta40]

I would love to go on a safari to Africa but my bank balance says 'no'

[Dark Muse]

I hear ya there!