…The stone wall and the canon
Met them with a fearful ROAR!
They blew a kiss and whispered Love –
The canon was no more.
The stone wall raised its thorns
As they silently approached –
To them it was a gateway
And blossoming vines encroached…
Impostors are these archons?
I have no doubt they know
The purest generation,
That their hearts as white as snow.
Poetry Copyright © 2018 – 2023 by Ena Whiteraven All rights reserved.
Image: Artist unknown, no copyright violation intended
Revised poem (excerpt). Complete version will appear in my new poetry book.