The Scribe

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2023/11/11/weekend-writing-prompt-337-scribe/

A scribe dips a sharpened quill
into the red ink well,
addressing the naked need 
for barbed wire
fences of words
to create barricades
in red.

Next, weaving starts.
Words to cushion,
Kevlar words,
preventing of any element
from penetrating
and thus, creating
need
want 
desire--
For such things burn,,,
dangerous when they
trespass the Kevlar
 of red ink the Scribe
fashions with her sharp quill—
Words of arm’s length,
only so far, no farther,
Step back
Back away
Turn away 
Words of red
to always protect--
Woven into blankets, vests,
a house, never to be a home.