I know silence. I know
standing apart and waiting
the approach of a fox,
the shadow of a hawk
sharper than any cloud
floated across mud.
I know that dark, implied,
The bite of it,
the promise,
the prayer a pulse can speak
staccatoed, without breath
or words.
***today begins my attempt at NaPoWriMo 2014. That’s a poem a day for 30 days. I went to Bibliomancy Oracle and got the following lines to use as inspiration for this odd and dark little sketch that might evolve into a deeper piece later on:
Don’t flinch. Don’t join in.
Resist the righteous scurry and instead
stand still, silent as prey. Slowly turn
from “Wife’s Disaster Manual” by Deborah Paredez
Tagged: fear, NaPoWriMo 2014, poetry, prey