
#TankaTuesday Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 243, #SynonymsOnly
Family & Peace

The
silence
in the house
the tribe has fled
blood-soaked through floorboards
evil in the quiet space
they whispered of love that fled
of laughter that has turned to dust
their lives were taken while harmony slept
rest in the quiet hush of his Holy Hand…
© Anita Dawes 2021
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