Hush hush now Mama will build a boat
Just to keep you and me afloat
And if we were to never meet a land
Mama would build a castle made of sand
Yesterday was full of lights in the sky
From ground they reached a burning tidal high
And when the flames seared higher than my cry
I watched them run wilder than hopes would die
Hush hush now Mama will fill your throat
With cries to fly beyond the highest note
The flags will rise above the waving hands
The music will break through the dancing bands
Tomorrow’s crops are burnt for ever more
The gaping hedges drizzling in downpour
And when the wheat’s prices were to soar
She gave them fields of seeds that many bore
Hush hush now Mama will knead the bread
So gently when you’re a million dead
The fallen hark for every word she said
An emblem lost from mind of every head
We once saw the Earth burning like a pyre
From each dark cry their lips would expire
And when I lay beside you on the fire
We rekindled flames blazing higher and higher
Reading of the poem:
Peasant ennobled
exalted by the honours
raised head to adorn
The stern church endowed
a bishop to coronate
head shaking off dust
The stance handed down
raised wild bodies to enthrone
forsaken the crown
Feet in the gravel
pebbles thrown in old fountains
arm to unravel
Sanction renewal
erect a hanging treetop
enable embers
Jubilatory
settle platinum attire
rekindle fire
Induct strong the grit
molten powder raises flames
hanging tree now lit
Reading of the poem:
Bad Wolves - Zombie
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly Haiku challenge using the words “crown”, “grit” and their synonyms. For more information or to read other poets’ contributions, please follow the link.
She jumped suddenly
from the comfort of the couch
wisps of hair flaring
The couch burst alit
Once an abode of pleasure
it now spouted flames
Her hair gushed red streaks
The warmth at her temples hurled
sinister designs
All contentment gone
her face erupted fury
as eyebrows belched fire
Blankets of water
trickled down path of relief
on flanks that spewed rain
Quiet times restored
her throat emitted strange notes
she regained her poise
Reading of the poem:
Wolves hurry
across the landscapes
fiery crops
burning high
Bosom utters not a sigh
crossing through the flames
Horses dive
through etheric lanes
shaking manes
hooves thunder
The moonlit sights a wonder
etched into our hearts
Two to grieve
My breast torn did heave
coils cleft
none bereft
They ask me now in pieces
crescent moon to leave
Reading of the poem:
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