Monday, October 20

Prayer Circle

Six pillars in a circle
prosaic stones etched by time
its passage witnessed
by shadows intertwined
casting lines of light,
lines of darkness
across her fractured face

an eye, but no expression
a mouth, but no sound

Solitary woman standing centered,
among pillars of voices
rising in unison to an unknown god

Her primitive spirit
screams
inside her clasped lips

1 comment:

Texas2Tennessee said...

Dear Reader...the intended definition of "prosaic" in this poem is "dull".