ON THE OTHER FOOT
As less than men
Are less than men if they
Those who put
The ‘big’ in bigotry
Are those who keep
The ‘small’ in small-minded
TAKE YOUR PARTNER
Let us dance
Woman to woman
Will you lead
Or shall I?
We’ll brave their less than pure jibes
Tend one another
This was written as a contribution to The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt No. 57.
Seed Words: | BRAVE | TEND | PURE | LEAD | DANCE |
BOUND FOR GLORY
Still contemplate Heaven from
From which some are excluded
While some can’t stand the stench
The suicide decided after all to cross the river.
Styx a stone’s throw away – Too many thrown stones.
Crossed over now into who knows what or where. Into
who knows beneath all that faith and charity after all?
Cruelly abandoned by us all; backed up into corners.
All those accusatory closed doors, shuttered windows.
Words not the sole way to show a soul’s distress though.
Tiny gestures, reactions, dress choice speak volumes;
sightlessness alive and well among the seeing.
The suicide decided to cross the river.
(Styx a stone’s throw away after all.)
Many too many thrown stones.
And words not the sole way
to show a soul’s distress.