Carved In Stone

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the prophet grazed his tongue
on the stone walls of ancient tombs, speaking
in ripples, riddled –
while he yet walked among us

“blood shall kill no man”,
he once said, bound beneath
his righteous cape, stitched in ReD
with callused hands; eyes shifting

& generations
burnt his voice to ash,
turned blood to steel, sneering,
just to prove him wrong.

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One photo, two poems… a challenge amongst friends – without peeking!
photo credits: twistedlamb.com

About Miriam E.

Somewhere along the way, I started writing. If you care to look beyond the jokes & smiles, you will find me a bit of an introvert, spinning through life one clumsy step at a time, fortunate to not have skinned my knees one too many times yet. When everything gets a little too drowned out by the white noise of this planet, I tend to reassemble myself at the keyboard in an attempt to slow down & breathe. English is my second language. I love how it feels on my tongue and how the words can be shaped and sculpted, so be patient with me β€” I am experimenting. Enjoy, if you will. Miriam
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6 Responses to Carved In Stone

  1. I adore this – the first line the prophet grazed his tongue, in fact that first stanza – WOW – you have not lost it my lovely. It is has been so long since we collaborated – and I am glad you are back – πŸ™‚ xx

  2. howanxious says:

    That is wonderful. I loved- ‘speaking in ripples’ and the last stanza. πŸ™‚

  3. Loved the first verse especially. It drew some beautifully dark images in my head. πŸ™‚

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