Shared with Momoetry April Poet Month challenge – micropoetry (not very micro but it is one of the forms included) with a few links back to some borrowed or paraphrased lines of inspiration including one* that I forgot to take note of.
ink, blood; blood-ink spills, chiselled in stone, etched in flesh, carved on bloodied bones; the words of God in your hands to be rewritten again.
shaken foundations; in the cracks, a seed takes root until flowers bloom; you must destroy to create a space to keep all your words.
then, in audience they become your cross to bear; these words are your sword to cut through stone, to lay bare, making sense of destruction.
in theatres of hate, coliseums collapsing at the empire’s feet; when the wind whispers its threats* fanning the flames of defeat.
ink, blood; blood-ink spills, in the cracks, a seed takes root these words are your sword when the wind whispers its threats gather our friends, make a storm.
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