(11/30) Conciliation

Just over a third of the way through now... and a short one to recover after the story-length of #10. I'll hold up my hand and say this is a bit of a cheat - since I've actually had this one knocking about for a little while (from my writing group) but it kinda fits the theme and I did some editing on it.

Compromise 1/5


Red rag to my charging bull
When the anger’s too full.
Too hot
Lead shot
Buck wild and scattered.

Temper so flared it burns
Sunspots scorched in turns.
In eclipse
Sanguine lips
And nothing else mattered.

Crisp sheets beneath our forms
Reminding us of our norms.
Truce shag
White flag
Covered up what was shattered.