Joanne d’ Arc

Joanne d’ Arc
By AJ O’Brien.

Dark dreams, black silk
woven from shadows
and born of fire,
soon to be caressed
by the words
of a lonely martyr.
Kneel within the ashes
of a crime gone by,
and in silence pray,
as you listen to
Joanne d’ Arc cry.

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Unjust

Unjust
Three Haikus
By AJ O’Brien.

Gallows sightless, black
fear has arrived, hope has fled.
Thirteen steps to climb.

Blind. A hood of silk,
slip knot caressing her neck.
Preparing to bite.

She is innocent,
a matter of self defence.
And the trapdoor fell.