Thorns

- Primula

A
star
single
piercing
through
sharpened
thorns; one
bright eye to
answer. a spark
of life in a deadly
land where living is
suffering and merciless.

A
life
filled,
twisted
by death.
no life on
ash-ridden
plains giving
answer like this
one that breathes
and gives an answer
in dark empty silence.

A
word
spoken
in a silent
resolution
binding up
the two lives,
a hope's-spark
binding up both
dead hearts; one
small light so lonely,
wandering and cold.

A
mute
tongue
speaking
one word
for both, one
back to still be
leaned upon, one
mouthful of scant
water to share, one
spark of faith to carry,
one bleeding hand to hold.