Do not speak

The world has bade me do not speak
Emotions spoken pain will sow
When hidden in a darkened place
They cannot set their seeds to grow.

What utter folly…what deceit !
The seed in darkness does take root
And on the matrix of the soul
Does grow to bare forth poisoned fruit.

Scaremongers of the salty soil
Would sooner see me hold my peace
For every word that I may speak
Would see their power hence decrease.

The power that they such perceive
Is merely fear of what they’d find
Were they to till their spirits soil
And cultivate their fields of mind.

I must not take their fearful stance
The season has not long to go
From seedlings small in open sun
Do fruitful, mighty orchards grow.

Do not speak

Mark Moskvitch

Faulconbridge, Australia

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I sometimes have a liking for more “archaic” language when it suits the feel of a piece.

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