Murder, a Muse I once was thought and deed,
a careless word, a judgement made
too harsh!
and then I grew
a fallen branch -- a broken skull
makes marks upon a blameless man
who fled into the dark
with sudden thirst soon quenched;
a sharpened flint
a wooden pole and sinew
and the cycle grows
until a birth in rage and pain
and I am here with you again.
6 comments:
This is fantastic. *big smile*
And how goes it with your Nano writing?
Hugs, lovies, and stuffs for you all. *HG*
God bless and take care. Bye, :)!
Olga/Maddie
Thanks Olga.
Still on target :)
I'm guessing it's back to a poem a day for the month of November?
It is! The Poem-a-day challenge (plus the Nano 50K in 30 days challenge)
Oh!
Well done, my friend!
Thanks Steph :)
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