Here’s heartsease, and you give me
your desire. I keep it in blue jars,
well-sealed. Just one pinch warms
me through a year of winter windy
nights, good as a peat-fire or cat-purr.
I’ll take the rope, too, strongly spun
of heart-strings and paper. Once
you leave the forest you’ll not need
it again, and ’twill serve me well
as a clothesline. Those shriveled words
in your bucket? Keep them.
The crone has her priorities right 🙂
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With age comes wisdom…I hope. 🙂
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That’s what I’m counting on anyway. I’ll let you know when I get there 🙂
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Wow, this is beautiful, Jennifer. xoxo
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Thank you. I’m having fun with this little world.
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Oh! Those last two lines. So unexpected. So powerful.
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They surprised me, too. I didn’t know what she was going to do with those words…
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