Crystal Nights in the New World

When the world turns weird           though the sky stays sapphire

Fear finds its F-stop              capturing crashing crystal.

Glass crunches underfoot                sanctuaries no longer safe.

These are the times that try                        weary women’s souls.

Now every nation, even ours,          shall tremble, tremble,

Awaiting wickedness, war    and all the caustic casualties

Of hatred let off its long leash         while we, the warrior women,

In mud up to our ears and angry   struggle to stand up, shoulder to shoulder,

And face the fray—fearful   but determined and diligent—

Knowing this is the uncommon hour         our pasts have prepared us for.

4 comments on “Crystal Nights in the New World

  1. robert okaji says:

    Trembling, trembling. Truly.

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  2. Extremely powerful poem – stunning! This really is an ‘uncommon hour’ isn’t it, and we all need to draw on whatever strength we have to help build new sanctuaries that are safe, from which to birth a more peaceful world. Thank for sharing 🙂 Blessings, Harula xx

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  3. Reblogged this on Charissa's Grace Notes and commented:
    Writer Spilecki does it again!!

    C’MON! Let these words GOAD you.

    Liked by 1 person

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