The Web Poetry Corner - Heather Prudence Davis - Pinky Swearing
Pinky Swearing
by
Heather Prudence Davis
My alien finger
I saw on my
Great Grandpa Pa
When he drank his tea
I was nine.
The pinky
Of our swear
Became freedom
Of a soul
The ability
To unlock doors
Overfilled with knowledge
Pouring out through
Our alien pinky souls.