Of heaving hearts with bitter mouths
16 November 2024

An ear to hone to hear the blast
of time to bring from ages past
through shadows born from eyes downcast
of yesterday’s wenches to free

A crown on head to hold so still
for robin’s nest to bear a quill
future to write of banshee shrill
one to invoke a dark time

The people strived to find a place
twixt mind and heart they carved a space
for glory past not fall from grace
as their memories relented

The throngs were out their lungs on fire
They knew their circumstances dire
Now nothing left they could desire
No hope in their hearts kept empty

As the dark throngs would scream and leer
opposing crowds would laugh and cheer
and slowly all drummed up some fear
both hellbent on birth of riot

From sky to floor, nothing to mend
No grievance letter they could send
Excesses to counter the trend
of heaving hearts with bitter mouths 


Written in the context of Ronovan writes Ovi Poetry challenge 74 using the word “cheer” as inspiration. For the rules and more poems, follow this link 

Reading of the poem:

Path of Destiny – Saint of Sin