This poem is for the Secret Keeper’s writing prompt, using the words:
READ | ARM | RAID | STARE | RAGE
The more I use the Florette form, the more I like it.
I understood your angry stare,
Your words a weapon, brandished where
Our love alone spoke, soft and low,
And in our arms we’d make dreams grow, not this warfare.
If you could ravel up your rage,
Put by the past and turn the page,
I’d gladly help you write a new
And better story for we two—this world our stage.