cold cradle of life
Water, land’s shaper.
owned, working dame fair
freedom for her? No! shame-bound,
drug-sins pin her there.
A dark haiku and an experimentation on an old favourite poetry form.
For camaraderie, green, for cash winter-cold
come said they, be brave be bold
do as we ask, do as your told
Live in deep, on edge before your old
doubting darkness my will assailed
‘gainst my fate greedy vices railed
blinding to troubles task entailed
for a time in-sane council prevailed
lo! a light, bright and clear
light personified in her, my dear
doubts undone, repurposed fear
reminder to keep true friends near
with caution, care and wise advice
away I turned from friends of vice
from cunning trap from cruel device
from loaded bargain’s terrible price
I walked in the light
it took a true friend to show me the right.