Prepared For War
I asked him to drape me
in saffron robes
embossed with his magic,
he employed the staff of truth
and strobed my sight against time
I arose from sleep a maiden
and now,
return to slumber a warrior,
my flanks were beaten in the fray
and my sword lost,
but as blood trickled down my forehead
fear brought a gift from the ancients
~~~
I’ve cut my hair
and shaved my head,
a mongol
armored for war
my mouth tangs
incessantly
and I can taste blood
Copyright © Jayne Eggins | Year Posted 2010
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