Joanna Litton


Of Kin and Foe

Me notify, kith and Kin of eall mornings and dreams,
Then, Kin woke in hours of darkness,
Me love for Kin, linger steadfast…
And thine not own Rose Thorns pierce thy tissue,
But ‘tis a peck, to be alongside Kin

Winter fades, and spring impinges on Kin,
As it has unto me!

Me then solicit Kin of abrupt transformation,
…to thine own fault,
For Kin has snatched thy bosoms…

As seasons forego, Kin grew in unvarying bliss,
Me then look upon thine flesh, and damage thy quality.

My heart, I gave to you thy brother!
Once I did, and forever I never will…

How can Kin steal agan bread and wine?
How can Kin, steal thy Sister’s soul?

And Sister henceforth, absent of eall! Except,
A pallid countenance of naught!

Submitted: Friday, February 03, 2006
Edited: Friday, February 03, 2006
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