To Convalesce
To convalesce,
I recommend a cat
By your side -
Curled into a crescent moon,
Head upside down and smiling
In her sleep.
Let her show you
The sanctity of stillness
Made with soft shapes
And circles.
LJ Ireton
Boleyn in the storm
The heartbeat of the whale-throat sea is slow, pushing a world's blood: blue heavy with history, into prophecy that licks into waves like a dragon's tongue frothy with wind and disbelief. But I believe – my red rhythm recognises something floating furious, my own pulse dances in the bigger beast's drum. And creature, we scream the dirt and silver of the storm, eroded limbs and salt-eyed strong breaking the line of water into a circle – myself into myself back up to the surface. C. LJ 2025 (Inspired by Six Wild Crowns)
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