Says the River

Five Days of Poetry - Day 3

I smell like blood - fresh blood
Says the river Me
Predator, prey
A drop to drink

I smell like blood - red blood
Am I a hunter's bow
Am I a wounded animal
Perhaps I am both

I smell like blood - dead blood
Digging down deep
Singing on a blood moon
Destined prophecy

I smell like blood - red blood
I smell like blood - dead blood
My hands are weaving thread blood
Says the river
Me


With words, song & prayer, TiMo