Charge (an acrostic poem)

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Currents in the air made the hairs on her arms stand. She looked up at the figure she knelt in front of

He placed his hands on her head and she felt an electric jolt.

Arise and know that you are now in my service, he said.

Reaching for her sword, he pulled it out of its sheath and sliced open his palm, spilling his blood.

Giving the bloodied blade to her, he finished, “Now go forth and avenge me and my family.”

Everything went white and when the light faded, the woman found herself in the graveyard, alone. 

Clock (an acrostic poem)

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Counting down the hours, minutes, and seconds was painful

Letting my emotions swing back and forth, back and forth, twisting my gut in knots

Observing how life seems to move in slow motion making breathing difficult

Can’t seem to make those hands spin any faster, even if I stare so hard at the thing I go blind

Killing time sounds like it would be easy, but now I realize time is killing me instead

Sing (an acrostic poem)

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Sound out as melodious as a bluebird

If not, caw forth like a blue jay

No one will notice if the radio is loud enough

Going down the road on your journey

Fort (an acrostic poem)

 

Focus on your wellbeing

Outside the world may be at war

Rally inside your inner walls to defend yourself

There you can rest till it’s time to sally forth to battle again