We built them close to form a wall.
Within them we shall make our stand.
The devil’s prowling on the land
devouring the weak who fall
from sin that undermined it all.
They’ve burnt their buildings, turned them black.
Their walls have tumbled. See that crack?
Today let’s have bright doors, fresh light,
and neighborhoods prepared to fight.
Let’s trust in God, resist attack.
Dan Antion offers the Thursday Doors Writing Challenge. I selected Sofia Alves’ photograph of the doors of Guimarães for the décima above.
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “black” to be used in a C line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 