Tepee
17 Aug 2014 Leave a comment
in Poetry
Home –
where souls run free,
a stampede
of beasts who claw
the ground
and shake the dust
from their tangled coats.
Smoke rises
from their nostrils,
like fires in the hearth.
Gentle monstrosities,
kind and brutish
relics who exist
in crowded veins.
Home.
Where the heart is.
Blood.
Where family trumps.
Pen in Motion 