Whispering Brand (New Poetry)

Ron Koppelberger

Whispering Brand

Wicked decrees in ash and blackened lace sash,

Desolate by empty measures of chance and fate,

In deserts of naught and the tempests of

Wild diversion, by dry cactus thorn and bones in dusty array,

Falling in thrall of stony hearts and cool eyed

Stores, a prayer amidst the fury of stumbling

Deliriums in scarlet, in wounded reach, the gulping precipice

Of what becomes a need for love and embracing passion, unto the sun

And the stars in quiet revolutions of longing,

By hearts trod, by silent survival and

Whispering brand.