This is older than sea and sky,
Shape without form,
Sinking in and spreading out -
Until we feel.
We hear it across miles and miles,
Sharing breath and need
As we forge something
Stronger than death.
We are scars and grace,
Waves swelling under
Our drifting fingers.
We know what it means to fall,
Creeping over the earth we crafted,
Sin trembling over hollow words -
Hollow bones,
Dancing under mountain spine
And bleeding moon -
For we are the children of stardust,
Fashioned from magic
Older than blood and marrow,
And we do not bow.
There is no place -
No temple for us but everywhere,
And we have always been more,
The world beneath our mighty boots.
But what can build up
Can also tear down -
Swimming among stars,
You're mine to save,
And we rise to our feet - remade.
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Author:
CindyB (
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Cindy, I love your poem. Love that line "We have always been more", and are and will be!
Great writing, beautiful metaphors.
Thank you 😊
Excellent imagery Cindy - -- we are made from the stuff of stars and you tell this so very well. First class read and going straight into my favourites.
Thank you again 😊
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