The Earth shakes
The palisades broke tomorrow
My placid lake was taken
When I woke to sorrow
The hull of the boat was broken
By the storm stoked by hate
The sentence was wrote
And I was smitten
In My Future
When my ground was shaken
***
The World aches
The promenades overshadowed
The love of my life was still
‘Til struck by strife and sorrow
Our ship’s tiller was stolen
And I was born to bear the weight
But my heart was smote
And divorce written
In My Future
When my ground shaked
***
Why do I fear the future
Is it change or chaos
The War for Peace?
***
Why do I hate the hatred
Is it acrimony or medicine
The Toxic Gasps for Air?
***
Has my anxiety overreached
Or Am I Too desperate to be spared
From being froze
With suspicion
Of My Future
When my ground was shaken?
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The Warrior of Shanduhar
The day my sister was stolen from us, I swore I would either bring her home or kill myself for having failed. It was a mostly cloudless day in Shanduhar. Bracing gusts had swept through the oasis on and off since mid-morning prayers. Aria and I had been feeding the camels. Our younger brother Eran was charged with cleaning out the rain barrel or face the back of Mother’s hand. I ran to his side to help before the precious remaining water tumbled into the sand rather than into Mother’s clay jar.
By Gale Martin8 days ago in Fiction
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