Yellow warning flares surrender beneath the flight of gathered angels.
Rearranged risk dismantled at hill’s crest.
A window frame of golden armor protects,
defies absolute,
lulls intent.
Tragedy waned by the utter of Providence
“Not today.”
Mayhem takes flight,
my life spared.
Can you see my protector standing there?
5 comments:
Beautiful! 'My protector standing there...' Caught me right there...The feel is haunting and yet enticing...:) Gr8 work..Is that your painting?? Amazing..
You've made the most of some tricky words. The last line is perfect.
Excellent, Henry! I really enjoyed the 'story' you made of this collection of words. "Not today" indeed!
Nicely wordled, Henry.
Pamela
Henry, you set up those last two stanzas beautifully - and they are amazing.
Richard
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