House of Cards


Jacks fluttered wildly
with their pomp and circumstance. 

Kings at each corner. 
Queens at each access,
overseeing the construction. 

The clubs checked the munitions 
while the spades collaborated  
to dig trenches.  

The numbers, 
Aces
leading the way 
built each story; 
taking turns, 
red 
and black.  

The roof 
was a sturdy covering, 
done in diamonds.

But the Joker 
was at work...

The fortress 
I'd built so carefully, 
card by card, 
layer by layer 

crumbled

with the breath
of your 
single

kiss.

Copyright 2020 Penny Wilson
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Warrior – Version 2


*I’ve had some suggestions about a few of my pieces from a friend.  I’m taking those pieces and reworking them.  So you may see some things here that look familiar.  I feel this new version of Warrior flows better and makes more sense.  I hope you enjoy it.  ❤  

She does not fear the battle.

Her battle started long ago.

She knows her worth.

She will not cower.

Nor compromise.

She sees tomorrow

for the daughters

and the sisters.

Tomorrow’s legacy.

She will stand tall

in the face of those

that would cast her

to the shadows.

Those that do not

want her truth to be heard.

Tomorrow brings hope,

for a time when

she can lay down her sword,

and her sisters will go

Free.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

Stormy


She is a storm.  Unleashed; empowered.  She knows her worth and yields it with abandon. Her power is her presence. Her gaze makes men go weak and women hunger for something unnamed.

She walks through life with a tempest on the tip of her tongue.  Her hair is the stormy sea; her eyes, a squall.

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Patched


I’ve threaded the needle.

This fine new silk thread, is lovely on its own.

It will serve me well.

This patch is a big one; smaller than others.

But bigger than most.

I’ve chosen a pretty shade of crimson for this one.

The color I bleed.

Although fresh, it does blend well with the others.

I’m no seamstress, but I’ve become proficient.

I worried for a while, but I know I’ll be alright.

I can face the world with a smile.

This patch will do it’s job.

The heart’s resilient.

I’ll patch it one more time.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson