Once upon a tempest, torn
she wrote the sky
a lullaby, a grand goodbye
and filled her heart
with rain.

Once upon that scribbled storm,
she inked her skin
confessed her sins
and found herself
in silence.



In November, we poem




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3 Responses to Squall

  1. Lily says:

    I love this. The double meaning in the title, the almost suicide or runaway situation (I think she didn’t do it, in the end; just maybe embraced some quiet contemplation), the idea of “finding yourself” in silence … in the sanctuary, alone. So beautiful. And then the idea of her church being outside. Just stunning, De.

  2. Lily says:

    I also like the possible mythology of this — a bird turning into rain itself, maybe becoming a puddle (of ink and feathers) for future poems, lullabies, babies. Makes me imagine her redeemed, reincarnated, a mother.

  3. erbiage says:

    Your words often leave me in sigh-lence!

    Sent from my iPhone


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