THE DELUGE

A house bult bold along a shore
made of gravel and grit and sand
As rains beat down against the land it fell ...
and great was the falla house not founded
on rock at all
floods sweep in and crash
then tumble and drop into a wave
Caught deep and ruined by jagged- edge
within its coral grave
No four walls or doors to knock
Exposed and stripped on baren rock
scorched by salty sea and sun
stinging at flesh and bone
dug deep and laid within the rock
I stretched to stand alone....
oils ooze and leak from weathered skin
polished sheen on body left bare
broad sun to scratch at conquering winds
A sword to pierce through fear....
Raw bones to shield a naked city
that cross and interlock..
A stone to throw against the wind...
Now mighty is the rock..
that holds a pillar upon the rock...
A Monument built high on rock...
Like ages past that made the rock....
Stand tall to brace against the storm...

"For those who sow the wind, they shall inherit the whirlwind.." Hosea 8:1-7 (c)Dawnvictoriahanna 2007

MY SPECKLED BROWN EGG

I'm remembering...a beautiful thing I owned,
at the tender age of three,
a tiny, elliptical egg with specks

fixed in a claw within a branch of a rubber tree.
wedged between twig and limb
burning threads woven into nest
of all the wonderful things I'd seen
I knew to love this best.
Day after day I'd glaze upon
this dusted stone of ivory
and slip away from all the rest
to love it secretly.
a glimmer of jewel in crown of thorns
shimmering yellow and gold with ambe
rlike specks that turn from red to gold
on a sundenched day in September
From day to day, I'd labour on
to love it with adulation,
it did not crack with light of dawn,
another sun desolved to dusk-
dark shroud to cloak frustration.
Swept up in wind into a swirl
finally I scooped it away
I thrusted it near and by my side
where it would neatly lay...
wrapped up in a muslin cloth
to care for now I had possessed it
I stroked it gently warm in hand
to love as I caressed it
I clasped it hard against my breast,
and tight against my heart
then felt it crush beneath the load
crumbling as it fell a part
Then I knew, this lesson learned
of love held jealously
could never, ever be possessed
and only live when free.
Still faint as residuet
hat haunt and fade within the mind
upon a ghost of memories
to drift and sail through time
(c)Dawn Victoria Hanna 2007