Monday, October 5, 2015

Measured And Cut

At the nexus of threat and promise,
where Fate winds her thin, tender threads,
I was measured and cut,
pressed and filed flush,
till a square could have stood in my stead.

Still I share a heart with a hunter.
She's the eyes in this skin/skull house.
And one day I swear,
I won't leave her there;
I'll bid her come and call Fate out.

At the nexus
of here and now,
I bid her come
and call Fate out.

For the Sunday Whirl

8 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"Still, I share a heart with a hunter." We can only stay measured and cut so long and then Wild Woman rises up and scares the crap out of everyone. LOL. Loved this one, my friend.

Fireblossom said...

Turnabout is fair play.

Susan said...

I enjoyed this very much!

Sylvia K said...

Oh, yes!!! Amen, amen! Love it!! Have a great new week, MZ!!!

Kerry O'Connor said...

We all have a hunter deep in our genetic code - fate should beware.

Jae Rose said...

Oh yes I think that Fate will be called out - i think she already is here..and skin/skull house fantastic - when we feel we have nothing left inside our bodies can truly seem such

Kathryn Dyche Dechairo said...

Really loved this, a new favorite.

ms pie said...

the strength of words speaking out... taking one step at a time... lovely