Five Days of Poetry – Day 3
I smell like blood – fresh blood
Says the river Me
Predator, prey
A drop to drink
I smell like blood – red blood
Am I a hunter’s bow
Am I a wounded animal
Perhaps I am both
I smell like blood – dead blood
Digging down deep
Singing on a blood moon
Destined prophecy
I smell like blood – red blood
I smell like blood – dead blood
My hands are weaving thread blood
Says the river
Me
With words, song & prayer, TiMo
