'Poem As A Weapon'

The poem was written in response to a writing prompt from Naming Constellations, Reverie Four: 

http://namingconstellations.wordpress.com/category/reveries/

I started with a phrase The shiny mithril that her heart surrounds and built on that.  Not sure if I did a little bit of what Joseph tried to get us to do...but I wrote a poem.  :-)

~ Poem As A Weapon~

Still searching for her roots, she never lost them,

She sprouts from them, spreads her leafy branches,

They keep her strength - her roots -

They know her weakness.

The shiny mithril that her heart surrounds -

The only weapon she can use against them,

That worded wonder - is her sole protection.

Without the words she’s intricately weaving

Her bare soul will be an easy target,

Her roots will reach her from beneath the ground,

And pierce her heart.

Live for the Love of it,

The Happy Amateur