Poem – A Girl

The strangest things out there

catch us unawares.

Spring shone in her skipping step

and bright, daffodil-streaked hair.

A soft frame of petals around a

ready rosebud smile,

I felt the warmth of softest sunlight
when I saw that child.

She stays with me today,

and I wonder, from what world is she from?

One with apples on lush branches

and cascades of lilting bird song.

Not this one, surely, grey

as a pearl-less winters day,

yet this earthly dove

has made me remember love

and the sun breaks through a cloud

and the morning chorus sings loud.

She will make the world her home

turn molten hearts from stone

teach us summer’s power

to walk the world a-flower

and suddenly the cost of

all the world has lost

seems likely to be repaid

all because of one girl, that day.

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Sacred

What if we breathed

as if the air

were sacred?


Each breath would be

a gift,

a kiss of precious life.


What if we danced

as if the earth

were sacred?


Each beat of her bones

would teach our hearts

what it means

to be loved.


What if we spoke

as if words

were sacred?


We would not waste them.

They would be blessings.

What could I say to you then, but

LOVE.

The Green Web

It is the green leaves
swaying in my heart
when I look upon the Ash
that tell me my name –
 
Heartwood
 
When I meet you
it is with a tree love,
 
not with a fist
of money
or might.
 
The true strength
of the world
lies here,
 
in heart to heart,
in leaf to leaf,
in leaf to heart.
 
Within this 
green web
of thrumming 
connection,
we are held
and forever
home.
I hope you like this one. It’s a thought/feeling I’ve been having for awhile, and wanting to express it. – Giulietta 

 

Starling Hearts

If we skip forward
with starling hearts
we will breathe in
white blossoms
of Hawthorn tree.

Magpies flapping
in shallow, bright
pools will throw
rainbows
to you and me.

Let’s skip forward
with starling hearts
and journey with
buttercups
together in light.

Swooping swallows
will catch our breath
and bring us from day
to silvery night.

I thought we could all use a cheerful poem, may you skip in the light, dear readers.

Imperfect Green

I stretch
outside
feet soft
on grass
roots grow
deeper.

My fingers,
leaves in
blue sky.

I am imperfect

my thoughts
don’t make sense
my heart
rebels sometimes

I don’t know
how to
love
perfectly
breathe
perfectly.

All the blades
of green life
beneath my feet
are different –

in none is there
symmetry.

I am green,
growing
and my roots
are deep
in this nourishing
earth.

I love
I love
I love

Inked Love

Inked arms
curling like
incense smoke
around
my heart.

I pray in kind.

He traces
his map
on my skin

where he had
been

dark places
and lost

and how he
only had
a candle –

all this
he draws
onto me

as I breathe
his spiced smoke
and take all of him in

– all

until the prayer
is answered

and I read
his tale
over and over

inked
on my skin.

Storm Petrels

Hello readers,

I have a flash fiction story up on Page&Spine magazine this week. ‘The Freedom in Me‘- read it for free.

And tonight’s poem- Storm Petrels. Thanks for reading these and may you be safe through storms.

Black petrels,
knife-winged,
sear through
storm clouds,

breaking the
sky
with flight.

We, softer
must stay,
wrapping our
arms and legs
entwining
into one
starfish.

Great wails
of wind and the
sea overturned
carries unknowns
across our
fragile shelter.

Between tridents
of lightning
and the blackness
of oyster-deep
pearls

we press our
hearts together
creating a moon
between our hands
fingers pointing
north.

Along with
driftwood, kelp
and shells,
the petrels land
in a bright morning.

We, soft, stand
on shore
and begin our
flight

hand entwined
in hand
pointing north.

The Shape of Love

I do not know
the shape of love
though my life
has fit its form.

Not in a human shape
reflecting two faces –
a newborn.

Nor in a ring,
a golden, endless
circle infinite
in its holding.

In the first
yellow daffodils
after the
bones of winter
break

just as the sun hits

the moment of bloom
and the next moment
when their graceful
dancers’ heads
bow and drop

that describes
the shape of it

how we bloom and fall
in an endless, golden
circle.