Blood Red Winter

Garth Rakumakoe

The distant dunes have turned misty blue

and the earth surface is hard

It is pale, and barren, it is empty

and cold - as cold and broken

as I feel

 

Yet, on plods my fickle throbbing heart

knowing, only a jaw locked bravery

shall remove this splinter

from your steel arrow, trust

wed me with - only a rough courage

can pull this vanity curtain down, love

adorned me with

 

A warm gush of color stains the snow

as my screams tear the universe

till my voice loses sound, in itself

a war cry, echoing infinity, claiming

power from pain, and victory

from injury, with hot bitter tears

 

In a flick, I pass out, and ebb away

spent and exposed, and not caring

at all for my naked soul

as the Blacksmith tosses the splinter

and carries me home -

It's a blood red winter.

 

  • Author: Garth Rakumakoe (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 21st, 2023 03:19
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 9
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  • Rocky Lagou

    Revolutionary!

  • Neville


    a compelling read and immensely enjoyed ..

  • Garth Rakumakoe

    Thank you kindly, Nev. 🙏🏼



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