GloPoWriMo – Song 29

Silent After Battle

After the battle —

— the ringing still in the ears, from mace against shield, steel on voidsteel, drop your rubedite blade, ruby in the grass, the crack of bone — “I need healing!” — the ache in the thighs, miles run, still, to the last fallen, race, over bodies, are they bodies, or corpses? My powers to raise the fallen don’t extend to the dead.

in the cool night stillness —

— your pulse still hot, your face, fevered, here, drink this, rest, hold this, it’s nirn root, on your forehead, rest — “Heal me.” — quiet, the pulse still races, lay back, be still, the blood still flows, drink this, shhhh.

under silver from twin moons, who have witnessed all, battle, and aftermath —

we all need healing

even the healer.

Daily Prompt: “produce a poem that meditates, from a position of tranquility, on an emotion you have felt powerfully,,” from Na/GloPoWriMo.

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GloPoWriMo – Song 3

Don’t Ask

Molly Poppet hadn’t much use
for questions
save the essential:

Axe sharp?
Shield strong?
What will she eat
at the fireside tonight?
Venison, or bantam guar?

She uttered declaratives:
Whistle of blade.
Crack of bone.
Moan of pain.

She didn’t pause to wonder
whose father she left
bleeding on the battlefield,
nor if that child, like
her own young self
a handful of years ago,
sat alone
by the fire, asking

When will Pa come home?

Daily Prompt: “write a poem that… resists closure by ending on a question, inviting the reader to continue the process of reading (and, in some ways, writing) the poem even after the poem ends,” from Na/GloPoWriMo.

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