Friday, January 30, 2015


sometimes it's hard to tell
the direction of good.
Bad seems visceral; vocal: like
Vlad with vampire teeth
on the blood of hope.
I weave garlic into chains,
ring bells, knot ropes
and throw handfuls of rice. 
(The last rather odd, but there you have it):
in search of sunlight.

Merilyn Childs 25/1/2015
From my 30for30 series

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