the arrows left me bleeding
I ransacked your edges
looking for smooth seams
and fertile soil
to burrow in
stone by stone I tried
carving ledges for us in mortar
with flowers, bruised feet
and a quiver full of doves
now I am too faint
for climbing
so while you speak of battle plans
of kings, crowns, and armies
I sling my only rock
trusting it will find
the place on your chest
in the shape of one damp cheek
and I will shelter here alone
in the shadows of a wall
the arms of my heart
uncrossed
where we could have ended
the war
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Author:
Heather T (
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Comments4
Very good write. Welcome back Heather.
Goldie, hello! And thank you much!
After reading this I remembered why we missed you so much! Incredible writing! Glad you are back!
Thanks so much, Fred! It's great to read my poet friends. Maybe even if I can't write so much, I can pop in to read. Always a delight!
Ooooh you have been missed dear clever wordsmith - this verse is amazingly filled with exciting imagery - and like other readers I admire every word. Try to "hop in" more often. xxxx
An inspirational piece that sent me to writing. As I read "Stronghold," the word-flow had begun. In my humble opinion, when a writer's work sparks the creativity in another writer, the former is crafting art. Succinct. Powerful. Engaging. Excellent.
~HC
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