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Configured in Disaster Winds
Configured in disaster winds,
The mountain fires of wolf blood moon,
With love’s wash spent like cartridge shells
That ring in road-edge' cluttered truth.
Her wary eyes concerned with blood
Configured in disaster winds,
That challenge every thought of me
In hands that wrench to give it rise.
The foul night gasps in strangle holds
Of darkest thoughts that fill her mouth,
Configured in disaster winds
And life spilled pitch, her sacred pray’rs.
Her head tossed back, regales the stars
That pause like coy'otes over death
In hunting packs on war stained paths
Configured in disaster winds.
The mountain fires of wolf blood moon,
With love’s wash spent like cartridge shells
That ring in road-edge' cluttered truth.
Her wary eyes concerned with blood
Configured in disaster winds,
That challenge every thought of me
In hands that wrench to give it rise.
The foul night gasps in strangle holds
Of darkest thoughts that fill her mouth,
Configured in disaster winds
And life spilled pitch, her sacred pray’rs.
Her head tossed back, regales the stars
That pause like coy'otes over death
In hunting packs on war stained paths
Configured in disaster winds.
Published 22nd Jan 2019
| Edited 23rd Jan 2019
Author's Note
"Pray'rs" in line 4 of stanza 3 is a single syllable and "coy'otes" in line 2 of stanza 4 is two syllables with the second pronounced like "oats"
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25th Jan 2019 3:25pm
Excellent flow, and vivid imagery! I really liked this one... Good storytelling!
