This sestina was written for this week’s Three Word Wednesday prompt: to use the words “narrow”, “history”, and “spent”. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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History may record the firecracker chaos
born of steel wills clashing in these
Birmingham streets, the clashing of love
and hate, bigotry and tolerance, law
enforcers and law breakers. It may speak
of water hoses, dogs, nightsticks, angry
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This was actually written for three prompts: Poefusion’s Title Tuesday (“Stung by the Splendor of Sudden Black”), Writer’s Island (“Farewell”), and Simply Snickers (use the words “standing” and “still”). I wrote this entirely in American Sentences. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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Stung by the splendor of sudden black, I failed to
bid farewell to you. Nothingness erased the
last still frame where you stood and painted it
black. I called your name, but Silence devoured my
cries into its belly. An obsidian wall separated life
and death – and therefore, us.
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What do I say to you?
I write to all my heroes
As if they stand before me,
But what do I say to you,
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Today
Marks the day
You marched into an
Unknown pool of death
‘Cause somebody wanted you
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For Monisha
Please tell me you went not silently
Into a not-so-gentle night, and that your
Giant voice of redwood
Wasn’t silenced after all.
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