Saturday, May 29, 2010

The Awakening

The long, dormant
words tumbling
from tongue to pen.

Sweet verse,
sticky phrases,
a welcome relief
from desert parch.

Pouring out...
as if never lost
she cups her hands,
catching the potion.

Tangible language
keeping it, caged
for unheard whispers.

Hard coals
dampened down
in a fire
left untended.

She lifts her veil
ready again
to shake off
the slumber...


Painting: "Shower Series 7" by Zoe Hadley

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1 comment:

  1. Oh JCK it's beautiful. I have truly missed your poetry.


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