Feet Of Knives Poem by Michael Achile Umameh
Feet Of Knives
Feet of Knives
When the drab drum of winter
dies of the weight of warmth
spring's dewy fingers;
feet full of knives; icicles
rising and descending
a cold caress on an erect skeleton
of shivering hermits
grating through lauds.
From the hell-mouth of a heater,
God's breathing burning bush
rings the sweet sound of salvation.
Saturday, June 24, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: nature,prayer,winter
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