Daggers wound when thrown
—and while I’ve felt them often,
blood seeds are best unsown…
by Haggard I, when hope is flown—
tilt yet the urgent coffin,
daggers wound when thrown…
in Staggered flight! Through plotted stone
—walls, though mine had softened,
blood seeds are best unsown…
then Swagger must its bluff disown
in heart, and without caution,
daggers wound when thrown…
a Blackguard—aye! Toward light I’ve grown
—hard growth—but worth exhaustion,
blood seeds are best unsown…
no Plague need blight my harvest glow
—No bane benight my autumn…
Daggers wound when thrown,
blood seeds are best unsown.
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©Karen Robiscoe
August 17, 2013 





Be they daggers or bullets — real or metaphorical — dodging them is hard work. Bloody world~! Walking out your front door is dangerous business. See something coming that doesn’t look friendly ~~ duck~!
Or scope…;)