Gabe Redel's Blog: FRYING POTATOES BLOG - Posts Tagged "old-threats"

Innocence
was a star
flickering over black coffee.
A puppy,
no threat at all.

Words,
they were not innocent.
Wisdom was the sword
and knowledge was the shield.

Angles of how the eye
views the world
were cocked upright and around and sideways in new directions.
In this was peace.

Some were stone, hard, cold, immovable grunts
with strong thoughts.
Fists were their fortitude.

Then that star traveled. In its
travels it pulled closer
and became a burning sun.

The puppy grew teeth
and howled.

Those old threats
saw the face of a warrior,
one they had never known,
and inched toward the door.

by Gabe Redel