I painted the room purple

for betrayal

angry brush strokes smashed against the wall

I’m certain the neighbors heard

divided allegiance

because you tainted their perception

of me

with your lies and twisted truth

oh mountains majesty

a Lenten journey I did not agree to make

when I signed myself with ash

hung the sackcloth curtains

empty belly from an imposed fast

believing Good Friday is not the end

and lilacs resurrect from tombs

but only when its time

you can’t buy lilacs at the florist

I painted the room purple

 

(Prompt for Hour Sixteen:

Write down the first line of your poem before reading the rest of this prompt..

Write the rest of your poem, the poem can be about any subject that you like.

Then copy and paste the first line so that it is also the last line of your poem. You can change one word of this line, but only one word.)