Stone.

A quick piece to compete with!

The only destination bound against her windowpane,

That spirit bound by power and blood,

Her life force a crafted memory witches,

Hail, the seeker arise from the family flood.

Call forth the circle of sisters four,

Arrangements now met for a spell to rise,

Gather close you devils and lets rip him,

Reading from a book of skin the real prize.

Faith comes and goes in washed waves,

Spring time harrows hell and signs no,

Come now women of strength invoke thee,

A clever little pun from stone it does grow.

Author's Note

Be honest and open.

Reviews

[Earl Schumacker]

Hi Thomas,

Interesting. I've read several of your poems. They seem to have a dark edge. That is a good thing. Some of them rip into the mind with blood curdling anguish, without a knife, without the handle, without the blade. The Impact is important. It it still there. Have a great day. Earl

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

thank you Earl, I do love the shock factor when I write.

[Dayran]

A new beginning ... that starts from the source .... the founding stone of man ... but promises to rise to its height ... in a new found meaning of self. Cryptic and mystical ... but meaningful.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you Dayran.

[Coyote Poetry]

I have missed you my good friend.
"Faith comes and goes in washed waves,
Spring time harrows hell and signs no,
Come now women of strength invoke thee,
A clever little pun from stone it does grow."
I enjoyed the complete poem, but the above lines I agreed with 100%. Always a pleasure to read your poetry.
Coyote

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

thank you kind friend, I have missed you too.

[Coyote Poetry]

I'm glad to see you are alive and well. I hope to read more of your work ASAP

[MomzillaNC]

The dark beauty of your poem, to me, speaks to women taking their empowerment for themselves, and the magic that pours into the world.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

That was a wickedly fun poem to read. Nice to see poetry from you again.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you darling.

[Pryde Foltz]

Faith comes and goes in washed waves,
Spring time harrows hell and signs no,
Come now women of strength invoke thee,
A clever little pun from stone it does grow

A stone that sits in the dirt has two sides ... one smooth and one jagged. Make sure you always stay on the right side. Magical and eerie write. Love it:)

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you very much x

[Helena]

One of the reasons I set up these contests is to 'read' poets that I haven't yet had the pleasure to do so. And your submission is indeed a treat. A visit to 'the dark side" made the hair's on the back of my neck bristle. Haunting visions! The "Ten" "hit the nail on the head". Thank you for joining in.

****Helena*****

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you.

[Helena]

You're welcome!

[TL Boehm]

reading from a book of skin the real prize. This reads like a chant - well penned and a little on the spooky side.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you.