The snake slithered through the sand
shimmered red under the golden sun
rose petals ebbed and flowed on its froth
vaporous tears rose from its steamy breath.
Heavy boots jiggered and jigged
falling to the rhythm
of bullets popping as popcorn overhead.
Fireworks lit up the clouds
seared scarlet the shifting ground
and yet, the snake lived
strengthened by bloodshed,
its wounded head
made room for two or more instead.
Venom flowed fresh and warm
like nectar to avenging swarms
it rushed around east and west
and latched on to bleeding hearts.
Feeding on blood and tears,
roses grew around the lethal banks,
against war and violence.
One could only hope
that they could starve
the vultures’ rampaging appetite.
Claudia of Dverse Poets wants us to mix up the un-mixable for Meeting the Bar. At least that is how I understood it. I do not know if this piece meets the bar. Anyway, the inspiration came from watching The Warrior’s Way, a surreal and bloody tale of the transforming power of love, with oriental martial arts-inspired action sequences.
Thank you for coming by. Happy weekend. 🙂