Literary Vegan

A sprinkle of sand - Wafting whisper magic Lands  Earth to earth - Back where it was Gathered By Enchanted hands. Like salt from seaweed Spells sit on my tongue, Hang off my hair - I scatter nature's chaos Into the wind. I have heard of a darker kind - Far away From rising white waves So sharp it cuts minds, Souls, ink black Stains Into the beautiful blue. And I never thought  It would call to me - I would stay here dirty knees  In crushed flowers if I could.  But if it saves you I will strain my ears to hear the curse Turn away from what I know, Let go Of the earth.  (Inspired by Wren in Cursed Crowns) Copyright LJ Ireton 2023

Winter lingers too long. Snowflakes dissolved into poems Months ago, Yet the steel jaw of sky Won't give up the Sun. Spring is in a straightjacket Somewhere, Wanting to Reveal its skin - The memory of healing Simmering Under mine. C. LJ Ireton