Poem of the Week

Sacrifice

Tall grasses tickle my palm,
As I walk through fallow fields.
The sun warm on my back,
Makes me want to drag my heels.

The grass gets shorter as bushes grow,
Providing partial shade on the ground.
Out of the corner of my eye I glimpse,
A snowdrop nestled on a mound.

My heart sings for the beauty around me,
My heart weeps for the sacrifice to come.
Thunder sounds in the distance,
Mirroring the sacrificial drum.

I was pulled backwards to meet my fate,
I felt the rough bark through my gown.
As I was tied to the sacrificial tree,
They placed on my head a crown.

This was a three word prompt given to me by John Betts from the Facebook group Writers' Soapbox. The three words were snowdrop, thunder and bark.

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Helen sitting with pen in hand and a notebook

If only my desk was normally this tidy

Poem of the Week - Last Week

Exposed

Fingertips walk up my vertebrae,
Pausing at each nobble of bone.
You draw me in for a kiss,
I tell you I want to go home.

Celestial harps break into song,
Releasing my soul to soar.
You draw me in for a kiss,
I tell you I can’t love a bore.

Slowly you took all I had,
Leaving me nothing to own.
You draw me in for a kiss,
Your embezzlement cover blown.

This was a three word prompt given to me by Blake Hahn from the Facebook group Writers' Soapbox. The three words were celestial, vertebrae and embezzlement.

Poem of the Week - 2 Weeks Ago

Handle on the Sky

You have your feet in the sky my dear,
Your heart in the clouds,
And your head with the birds.

You have your handle on life my dear,
Your understanding of us,
And a love for the world.

Your heart is yours and so pure my dear,
You see the good in us all,
And I long to have my feet in the sky.

This was a three word prompt given to me by Sharon Parkinson from the Facebook group Writers' Soapbox. The three words were feet, sky, handle.