Shouting Fierce and Free
April 12, 2009 § 4 Comments
Recently, a new Facebook friend asked to see my poems and promptly asked, “Where’s the meter?” I admitted I didn’t work in that style and offered to craft a poem this weekend using meter and rhyme, since they’re foreign to me.
Below’s the result; today’s prompt is to begin your poem with the words “so we decided.”
Chris, this one’s for you.
So we decided we would live
without the words that need to be
shouted fierce and righteous strong,
birthed to free our family.
Some words can be a polished sword
that gleam with truth and victory;
while some are blackened, boldly wrong
when wielded low and carelessly.
There was a time when we were young
and swordplay was our only vice;
we jousted fierce and hard and long,
no matter damage or the price.
How can we fence with broken limbs?
No splint is strong enough to hold
the bones that shattered with her death,
from which we cannot be consoled.
What does he say? “She was not free,”
and ” ’twas for the best, it was her time.”
He slows his heart, he blinds his eyes,
while I am grieving with this rhyme.
If I could do it all again,
if I could walk a different road,
I’d choose to rend his heart in two –
swords clasped in hand, we’d share this load.
Writer’s Digest prompt April 12, 2009