Oh, keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men,
Instead, bring me the Raven
wrought with thought
and far-seeing of memory.
I am Keeper of mine own
Dark Secrets
which I will churn
into deep, moist mulch,
plant with hidden hopes,
feed with broken promises,
water with salty tears
to grow scars
of strength and truth.
My scythe, I will sharpen.
I await
the Harvest.
Todays prompt was to take one line from the T.S. Eliot poem "The Waste Land". The first line of my piece is the line I chose.
Check out Magaly's blog for your prompts for April's Dark Poetry for the Cruelest Month here:
http://magalyguerrero.com/dark-poetry-for-the-cruellest-month-2016/
Oooh! I love the witchy feel of this!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rommy!
DeleteAh, the raven! Such croaks and shrills, yet some swear is a symbol of good luck. Lovely:)
ReplyDeleteI love ravens! Thank you for your comments and for stopping by!
DeleteOh my dear goodness, Sharon! Those last five lines made me bare my teeth. Such determination. I love this speaker!
ReplyDeleteP.S. I'm so glad I went over the links again. I totally missed yours... not sure how.
DeleteI was late posting. I had company. So, it was my bad!
DeleteThanks so much, Magaly! I might have to keep this speaker around for awhile to see if she will divulge more of herself!
DeleteYou should keep her around, indeed!
DeleteLove, Love, Love!!!!!
ReplyDeleteThanks! Miss you, girlie!
DeleteAnother "shuddery" moment. Love the planting of hidden hopes watered with salty tears :D XXX
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Gina! I am glad you liked my lines! Hugs!
DeleteThe Harvest to speaks of life yet with the sharpened scythe ready to be welded I feel it is a harvest that has been nurtured by darkness... this is fabulous Sharon!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Shelle! Your comments mean a lot!
DeleteLove it!!! Hugs, Rasz
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot!
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