My Heart, I Dare You To Sing Forgiveness Again

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ing and vile courageous deeds, do not be goaded into flying your flock of anger.My heart, I dare you to sing forgiveness again. I see your vessels channelling the birds of hate flying high in obscurity only to land for a kill and blow up the flesh into fragments of revenge.My heart, I dare you to sing forgiveness again. When birds swirl and circle inside your flesh, remember why you are still beating and heaving. Silence the cursing and avenging with breathing.My heart, I dare you to sing forgiveness again. The fields of your dwelling are now blood baths but the good old birds have not left your branches. Recall your singing heart by grant

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ing clemency.This poem is responding to the ‘<a href="https://readmedium.com/my-heart-is-singing-7bcaee746940">W8 Prompt</a>’ by <a href="undefined">Carolyn Hastings</a>. Thank you <a href="undefined">Suntonu Bhadra</a> for the creative space that I enjoy returning to.Gloria is a prolific author of children’s stories inspired mostly by nature. She is also a multi-published poet and her poetry has appeared in various literary magazines and journals including featured five times by National/Global Poetry Writing Month (Na/GloPoWriMo). You can find her books <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Gloria-D-Gonsalves/e/B0034PVNMC">here</a>.</article></body>

Ekphrastic poem of a heart witnessing the war

Illustration by author prompted by a heart-shaped wall art with birds

My heart, I dare you to sing forgiveness again. The birds in your chambers no longer tweet. War is here and has your singing mornings stolen. All you have now are the invasive sounds of the night.

My heart, I dare you to sing forgiveness again. Though your birds of honour are dazed with sirens of gut-wrenching and vile courageous deeds, do not be goaded into flying your flock of anger.

My heart, I dare you to sing forgiveness again. I see your vessels channelling the birds of hate flying high in obscurity only to land for a kill and blow up the flesh into fragments of revenge.

My heart, I dare you to sing forgiveness again. When birds swirl and circle inside your flesh, remember why you are still beating and heaving. Silence the cursing and avenging with breathing.

My heart, I dare you to sing forgiveness again. The fields of your dwelling are now blood baths but the good old birds have not left your branches. Recall your singing heart by granting clemency.

This poem is responding to the ‘W8 Prompt’ by Carolyn Hastings. Thank you Suntonu Bhadra for the creative space that I enjoy returning to.

Gloria is a prolific author of children’s stories inspired mostly by nature. She is also a multi-published poet and her poetry has appeared in various literary magazines and journals including featured five times by National/Global Poetry Writing Month (Na/GloPoWriMo). You can find her books here.