National Poetry Writing Month, Day 2
Prompt: Write a poem that is somehow a lie, or about lies
Leavened and
grounded, sown and milled
Sweetened
and spun, enlightened by grace
And good
temperament.
Thickened,
in the old way, thrust deep
Heated
through and thorough
Released,
and waiting.
It needs
cooling, or else it crumples
What sweet
joy upon the world
The promise
of salvation
Iced with
thorns.
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