Revival of the Fittest

Sometimes you have to lay still a little while

Β Just to make sure that nothing is broken

Except your heart.



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