Dancing damson embers

To the hollow core

Suffering change

Strawberries, raspberries,


In barbed wire

A world of bliss,

Torn by a volley of comets

Strike and seize

The vine

Divine wine

Crimson stain

Wounded and healed

The undying tide

Radiant incision

Cast aside in driftwood grace.

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4 Responses to Crimson

  1. brian miller says:

    there is an interesitng dance in your words…and progression as well…
    our world changes fast…our foundation is what will see us through

  2. Mary says:

    This is really evocative, Alan. Strawberries & raspberries crushed in barbed wire is quite an image.

  3. Starralee says:

    Wow–I love “the undying tide”. His crimson radiance does cover us 24/7, and I’m so grateful. God bless you.

  4. The crushed berries is so unsettling with the barbed wire.. but the brilliant contrasts are so strong..

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