There was shadow
Before the sun,
A vast unknown
Broken by shapes and hues,
That we used
To create known images--
Not enough to answer
Questions and orders
Raddled by badges
Ties and thick lip stick--
Voices stunned
When lips parted to reveal
Words in response
To rhetoric of the One.
Our theme of shade
Despair in creation
Twisted things
Into mutated offerings
To ethereal beings
We knew were our equals
But couldn't lower
To our standards
Of hypocrisy and salutes.
Our feet moved
In continued order
Along the horizon
Of light and dark
The blurred gray
Our home---
Until the cliff's end
To blue abyss
Where the light
Revealed only too much
To a nation
Of confused pack followers.
About the Creator
Katrina Thornley
Rhode Island based author and poetess with a love for nature and the written word. Works currently available include Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature, Arcadians: Wooden Mystics, 26 Brentwood Avenue & Other Tales, and Kings of Millburrow.
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