Borne

On top of the mountain,

I breathed in, thin cool air, 

Felt it kiss my skin,

Brief relief

From the earth separating below,

The fault splitting,

The burning core spitting,

The rising eruption I could no longer resist.

Then

From the centre of my world,

Came your perfect form,

With eyes of oak, 

Your tiny wisdom

Pacified the pain,

And the raging mountain

subsided to sea.


This weeks Tuesday Poetics Prompt hosted by Amaya Engleking challenges us to meditate and create a piece inspired by ‘Birth’

 

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