Prayers

Prayers carved brown
the detail, written deep
in doors, ignoring ancient
papers, to set the stone
once more.

Fire bled into being,
seared body, mind and
soul, as soldiers now
victorious , dreamed of
home long gone.

Time dragged ragged
fingernails, across the page
of life, and rent the darkness
viciously, to show us
something bright.

https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2017/02/12/wordle-286/

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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2 Responses to Prayers

  1. colonialist says:

    Fine use of the words.
    I would prefer it without the comma after ‘fingernails’?

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