POEM STARTER
Blood Pact
Write a poem which could have this as the title.
blood pact
I was born from the dirt.
The roots converged,
the soil rose up,
and the vines
entangled
to form
who you are hearing speak now.
I was born from the grit of the sweat
that fell from the toil
of the laborers of the ground I came from;
The curses
and blood that dropped
and absorbed into the loam.
I was pushed up with the clay
and baked
and hardened by the sun.
What am I?
Do you know?
Daily
I walk
through the canopied trees
of the forest
and observe as two people find love,
two more find death,
and three more find hope.
Who am I?
Weekly
I traverse
through the farmer’s field
and watch as he breaks his back
and bleeds
and curses his land and livelihood.
I watch
as his children run
through the grass
and flowers
and jump
into the creeks
and lakes
and rivers.
Monthly
I sneak
into the hidden tunnels
and corridors of the wealthy
in dusgust
as they dine excessively,
only to vomit it up and
choke
on their coins.
The torches burn
as visitors ride in on their steeds,
sneering at the farmer
and his work horse.
Who am I?
What am I?
Do you know?