Faith Tanner-Thrush
the knight
moons watched
the mighty oak
acquire rich foliage
tiny buds swollen
to overflowing
burst forth new
and supple life
great with pleasure
the oak lifts its bounty
towards the heavens
caterpillars feast
on shiny leaves
the lungs of
the world sigh
whispering
love songs
the earth
pirouettes
then bows
days turn
shorter
air crisper
the once soft
kisses of summer
rudely replaced
with bitter shades
of knighthood
gallant to the end
the knave grasps
its bounty
acorns in derby hats
lay scattered
a foot
each passing
days rob
it of more
of its ruby
gems
until in one fall
swoop
they are all taken
by the wretched
nostrils
of the north
wind
save one
Faith Tanner-Thrush
The rain that hate brought
across the world it is raining
not droplets of water from the heavens
this rain does not nourish crops of corn
its seedlings nurtured on bloody ground
fledge future kamikaze pilots
they seed the clouds with terror
the sky cannot bear these heavy thoughts of revenge and justification
hate flourishes
it rips open the sky, the land, the sea
the torrent of hate destroys everything in its path
it tears at the very fabric of mankind
it leaves us bloody and bruised
hate no longer serves us it serves itself…
always did
hate will not let go of us…
we have to let go of hate
Faith Tanner-Thrush
25 September 2001