Posted in Misc. Poetry

Feather-mâché (poem)

Long ago, I was my own protector
and ravens were my sole darkness deflectors.
One day, their jet-black feathers they lent me;
a gift goddess must’ve sent all spent souls.
And in my cauldron I added:
flour, white glue, water.
I ripped open my chest with my bare right hand
and dipped each feather in the gelatinous concoction with the other.
One by one, I fused the quills to my heart,
until it became a glop of thudding ravenous plume.

With fishing line in their beaks and needles in their claws,
the ravens stitched me back up without a single flinch.
And I steady-marched forth
from my home’s fronts doors,
confident in the feathery shield I bore.
The core of me, to never yield to
I-could-have-sworn-that-was-true-love-but-alas-it-wasn’t
loves.

But when mid-December’s gusts were a year-long reality,
the realization poured forth like severed dam:
Feathers had no place on the heart,
just the wings or Gaia’s grounds.
They protect the heart
by freeing it
by being nowhere near it.
If anything, they float in the ether as a reminder:
Be as light as us! Be as carefree as us!

So, the ravens pulled off the stitches,
and layer after layer,
I removed the feather-mâché
until all was crimson again.

Summer solstice made herself known to me
in the heart of winter that year,
in the form of self-love
and freeing love, the
I-know-it’s-real-love-because-the-fortress-I-mistook-for-protection-is-no-more
love.

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Posted in Love Poetry, Misc. Poetry

Livewire (poem) ✨💖

Brightspark, you plunged head-first into my chest cavity
and poured starshine into my heart-craters long-frozen-over,
turning stagnant nebula to newly-birthed sun.

Oh,
the typhoons
you must’ve traveled through,

the volcanic debris
that must’ve caked your Uranian eyes,

the acidic blood
that must’ve charred your soles,

the veins
that must’ve tangled and constricted your torso
like starving boas.

And here you are, Brightspark,
burning brighter than ever before.

How brave you are.

But you tell me I’m even braver
for opening my chamber’s door once more.

Now, I take on this torch and rekindled bravery—
And this eternal light you’ve given me,
I’ll continually pour forth forevermore.

heart beat GIF by Aiste Papartyte

Posted in Misc. Poetry

Moon and Light (micro poem) 🌙

I was born with the
moon skin and light
that you are.

moon girl GIF