Wednesday, April 22, 2015


For 2015's National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo), Troy's Work Table is writing thirty poems in thirty days.




The prophet casts her mantle from her hand
to drape the shoulders of her successor—
in flexible skin that shifts and covers well.

     one arm to carry a staff of sorrow
     two arms to twine in earnest prayer
     three arms to lift toward the singing stars
     four arms to reach the quoins of terra

     five arms to grasp the shells of mussels
     six arms to grab at God and wrestle
     seven arms to stir the briny seas
     eight arms to trail when time to flee

Now wanders alone this watery land—
abyssal desert scant of bidden succor—
a silent messenger wrapped in her own pall.


Copyright © 2015 by Troy's Work Table.

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