Take heed, O gentle lady

Take heed, O gentle lady
For your heart is a bag of salt
Sprinkled on meal
When men come around

Your weakest spot
the flesh that’s pierced into parts
the gathering of the wolves
in the dark moon-lit

Their goodbye, a witness
to their delightful tongues
Leaving a taste in the raven
That creeps, O sad night


Image courtesy: stunningmesh.com


About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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