eight little words

rusted metal gate
eight little words
fill ears with fear
who knew?
who knew diamonds could sting?
eight little words
fleece eyes with tears
you knew!
you knew our gospel truth!
eight little words
meet in the middle
they saw —
they saw the rusted iron gate —
eight little words
squeeze snakes through clenched teeth
who knows?
who knows the taste of despair?
eight little words
to carry such weight

NaPoWriMo2018

Day 23 challenged us to honor a poem based in sound, perhaps something overheard, like a song lyric or phrase. Often for me, the written word echoes in my inner ear like a clarion bell, refusing to let go until I do something with it. The imagery and story found in Verse #2 of Ms. Wieland’s poem for NaPoWriMo yesterday certainly captured my inner ear. Consider the many understandings prompted by: “I’m cornered in the circle of your arms.”

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