Oh, so beautiful are the words and images of Divyam! I really needed this today.
She is up there on the hill,
clearing a path through the wild summer grass,
making a nest for the little bird.
She would like to meet herself
one morning.
She has sent an invitation.
In winter, she removes her own skin,
makes broth from her bones,
dances naked by the fire.
She will be the death
and the birth
of me.
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Today’s poem was inspired by a wonderful prompt from Sasha Zeen as part of the Season of Contrast over at Get Messy. I used a background I had already prepared for NaPoWriMo from the inspirational Messy Pages class with Tanyalee Kahler.
Rebecca Kuder 
Thank you so much for reblogging my poem, Rebecca! And for your kind and lovely words. Much love xxx