Jayne Eggins Poet Blank verse

Hidden In a Word

in the beginning,
there was a cathedral 
of silence so long, 
I could discern blood 
congealing,
my face had cracked
in a mirror of denial


and as the horror 
of a putrid filth
unmasked in its entirety


I hid,in my castle of refusal
and it all lay in silent morning… 
as pieces of self fell away,
splintering to pierce the dawn


with a roar of upheaval
from Africa’s shores,
a keen of mortality
shatters eardrums


continents away 
a campaign continues


still,
I run away
into smaller and smaller
rolls of my ballpoint,
consumed in the ink


words flow unchecked as 
veins bulge with effortless zeal 


All blessing the written word,
as each cornerstone 
reinforces my castle walls

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