This time, I will not hide.
I am waiting for you,
ready with yellow flowers,
with clear water and a red bird,
with white paper and a lamp.
This time, you will not succeed.
Now I know the words,
I know the tune. I have been
singing all day long. My hair
smells like apples. My hands
are stained with currant juice
and mud. Do you think
you can break in again?
I have collected all your keys
and all my windows are open.
Did you see the moon last night?
I have nothing you can destroy
and everything I have is yours.
One of the April prompts: “put an enemy on notice”
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In awe of your poetry.
Thanks, Johanna. This one was especially fun to write.