Unspoken Anger

It sits,
In the back of my brain
Awaiting it’s freedom
Time clear of refrain


Wooden Idols

Mouth gaping,

Jaws of oak

tower above lives

A portal-

into iridescent skies

faith of the unknown

an unsettling presence

and the barefaced shadows

of prayers left unsaid


Written in response to the prompt from Creative Talents Unleashed