Steeple

Rocks thrown,

Steeple of ridicule.

 

Laughter spread,

Storms cascading,

Barren land made

From torture.

 

Tickertape translating

Devil’s gambles,

Sky reddened to

The potent fires.

 

Woman on a rant,

Loosened from the rusted cartridge,

Hateful words a plot to sow,

In angry fields aplenty.

One thought on “Steeple

  1. I get the feeling you quite enjoy writing the occasional rant. The style shows in other pieces. Keep writing, I like that some of your work makes me have to stop and think for a while…. and I probably interpret it wrongly at the end 🙂

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s