Four flames walking around the world
ignited in my womb
burning in my heart
two young bucks
the first
quiet, protective of imaginary
goblin love
the second
rough finger tips
digging
through skin
in search of fire buttons
two little lambs
the first
lady bug
ballerina
kept under timid wings
the second
away
away
my little lamb
away
a chamber for each burning light
each roaming the world
outside of my ribbed protection
distance has pulled
my little lamb
away
my fourth chamber
is dying.
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Oh wow…this is just ‘wow’!
🙂 Thank you!!
But don’t forget, they can fan little flames of their own and give us back the joy that we have loosed. Lovely work.
Yes they can. 🙂 Thank you!
Oh, this is a tough poem, all so different. I am praying for the fourth chamber and the one who is pulled away. There is so much love and pain in this poem. Thank you for sharing from your heart.
Heather, thank you for commenting. Means so much to me 🙂 Thank you!
a beautiful and powerful poem. thank you very much
There are bits where I’m not sure of the meaning, but this speaks to me and, yes, of love, pain and beauty. I like “protective of imaginary goblin love”.
This poem is so full of love and protection could these four flames be your children. I pray one is not ill? It is a truly amazing post
Mystery, mystery – how the poet veils her reason ….
Awesome, glad to meet you.
Beautiful and heart-wrenching. All mothers must relate.
Really enjoy this one Maggs. Filled with images I can see clearly!