Heather T



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


where we could have ended

the war



  • Author: Heather T (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 15th, 2017 18:10
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Goldfinch60

    Very good write. Welcome back Heather.

    • Heather T

      Goldie, hello! And thank you much!

    • FredPeyer

      After reading this I remembered why we missed you so much! Incredible writing! Glad you are back!

      • Heather T

        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!

      • Fay Slimm.

        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

      • HChristian74

        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.


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