Sunday, 8 April 2018

Napowrimo 2018 / Day 8 - Cauldron

Napowrimo 2018 / Day 8
Prompt - Write a poem where magical things occur.


I was stuck
In my grief
Fly caught in resin
Hardening, tightening

My grief was
A sad, hidden thing
Whispered at 3am
On Life Journal pages
Tak ta ta Tak

I poured out my
Pain almost silently
The tears fell
I thought I might drown
Or choose not to breathe

To those few
Magical witnesses
Who knew the power
Of grieving
Who gave me a gift

Held me as
I keened.
A cauldron of fire
To transmute
Pain into healing

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