Strident Voices

Strident voices fill the room,
Stripped of reason, dripping gloom;
In the yard among the ashes
Lie three shattered window sashes.
Mention them enough, they say,
And you’ll turn the night to day.
Later on when winter’s over
And the fields are white with clover,
And our conversations rust
(As we knew they surely must),
Maybe then the world will see
Everyone in chains set free.


Poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More The Whirligig #302
More Writers’ Pantry #54 at Poets and Storytellers United

Posted on January 24, 2021, in Poets & Storytellers United, Rhyming poetry, The Whirligig and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.

  1. Great use of the Whirligig words ….

  2. Beverly Crawford

    Thanks for the introduction to Whirligig. You’ve used the words in the most engaging and intriguing fashion.

  3. Lisa at Greenbow

    Hopeful words.

  4. Lovely poem of hope
    Thank you for dropping by my blog today


  5. I wish! Humanity has shown it’s faults quite clearly with our persistence to maintain a domination of less capable or cash short people. Our animal instincts always ready to prove themselves better than others.

  6. Words of hope indeed and would be good if it happened…
    Your Whirligig blog – would it be possible for you to set up a follow by email there, otherwise it’s out of sight, out of mind.
    Kind regards
    Anna :o]

  7. Yes, maybe then. Let us pray (or hope, or whatever a non-prater does). Great work Teach.

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