Revolutions by Bernadette Richards

Bernadette Richards | July 15th, 2023 | poetry | No Comments

Poet Bio

How slow these revolutions,
Between the long and short hands,
As water spilled through contention, parches once luscious land.

The trove of what was, outweighs what is,
I see the rat tiptoe the perimeter,
as the Olive Thrush leaves.

Stroking wounds like an amulet,
to revive idols of rage,
Your greed to be heard, outlives it’s sacrifice of worth.

It behoves the noblest of fighters,
to beware he does not become his sword,
For what worth remains of a revolution, when it is solely an occasion to burn?

Poet Bio

Bernadette Richards is from Cape Town. She writes bits and bobs, including songs, and appreciates diverse forms of art.

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