Defiance

Into this hallowed chamber,
harshness enters,
bruising my knees,
weighing down my outstretched arms.

Icicles of despair linger,
suspended in frozen air,
taunting voices whisper,
mocking my faith,
drowning out the chorus of prayers.

The face of your image looms,
burned into my naked flesh,
i arise! in defiance of,
this sham salvation.

The angels shiver,
trembling against fragile glass,
shattering the panes,
into bright pieces
of sharpened resolve.

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Cheers to dVerse and Bjorn. Our prompt is to work the shadows of light and dark.

Forsaken Supplication

Forsaken supplication,
slivers of fractured sunlight,
filtered through stained glass,
warming her fragile flesh…

Swaying with bended knees,
in this primordial House of God,
walls whispering tales of ancient lust…

Encased in prayer she awaits,
invocations in The Holy Tongue,
escaping unbidden from her lips…

Her soul cries for release and vindication,
corporeal scars uncovered,
her robes turned to ashes and dust…

The Bride enters,
a likeness cloaked in amber shadows,
formed from shards of brokenness…

Secrets of suffering revealed,
in rivulets of tears,
carving patterns,
into time worn stone


Scriptural Hebrew is called Lashon HaKodesh — The Holy Tongue. The Bride (Kallah) is a name for the Divine Feminine in a Jewish hymn.

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Cheers to OLN at dVerse Poet’s Pub and Mish, who used the expression “If walls could talk” as our inspiration.