Wednesday, 28 June 2017

O Woman.

Amazing Shots

An abyss of peace
Is the mirror to your soul
O woman

Hunch backed
Or fully curved

Your presence
Is unto itself, peace

Serenade peace
Swarm us
As we pluck strings
Of our modern harps
O woman

Leaping with joy
In pride we cry

Your presence
A coat of sugar
When calm sets foot
A coat of mail
When war rages
Unhinging our doors

O woman
Our destinies
You shape.
Mightily gentle
You serenade peace
O Woman.