Poems from j.me.francais
There were 3 jars on the mantel
that gleamed down at me like heavenly orbs
Ashes, Water, and Honey.
Ashes - it was blue, with red dots...
The frost and fire and strength rise again in my chest
And I feel myself mimicking the rain.
I am cold, rushing air and water; also strong...
will you wander
with
me
to where the rocks greet the ocean
the waves kiss stony lips
jagged smiles
and the sun simpers as a small child...