Napowrimo 2018 / Day 8
Prompt - Write a poem where magical things occur.
Cauldron
I was stuck
In my grief
Fly caught in resin
Hardening, tightening
Constricting.
In my grief
Fly caught in resin
Hardening, tightening
Constricting.
My grief was
A sad, hidden thing
Whispered at 3am
On Life Journal pages
Tak ta ta Tak
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
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
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
I keened.
A cauldron of fire
To transmute
Pain into healing
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