Is it Mars, or Ares,
this armour of God?
Or maybe Woden
nailed to the ashtree,
reaching for runes falling
to the ground?
This present paradigm
emasculates me, turning
warriors in fugitives —
truth into myth
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Armour of God
Tag: poems
Haiku: ‘Gold Top’
Ascension running
Watch cream rising to the top
Greater perspective
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Haiku: ‘Signs’
Stars in heaven fall
Our consciousness is rising
Meek inheritance
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Haiku: ‘Darkest Hour’
Help in times of strife
Faith when all seems to be lost
Darkest before dawn
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Haiku: ‘Questions’
Chicken or the egg
Existential thoughts arise
Answers in moments
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