Prayer is Power

“Power may make many earthly gods,
Where gold and bribery's guilt prevails,”---From the poem Death by John Clare

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We are their sleepy dolls

Holding our hands in fear

Set before the high pedestals

Where the earthly gods stand

Weaving meshes of mirage words

To entangle each one of us

To dance to their tune

And become parched

We whisper prayer

To wake up from this mesmerism

The touch of each of our hands

Warms us

We feel the gushing of stream

Each droplet made of dream

In our limbs

We stir with life

Holding a flame in the heart

We flare up

Their word bubbles burst

We come out of the noir-trap

 

 

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Power @ Poets United