Indite Poem by Jackie Allen

encircling
the passage
strings of perils
rattle
the repose of life

in blue of showers
buds flower
day and night
hidden
in house of mind

behind private doors
keyed by pen
and viewed as paper trails
stains of blood orange
sting sweet her life

bleed they her brow
tainted by turmoil
evidenced by ringing bells
firestorm lights candles
of principle

haunted by spirits
invisible paths bud
blossom then guide
as she begins to indite
the bones