November 11, 2017

Poetry: “Evade”

Slippered feet
Pitter-patter past
Potted marsh
To coax eldritch grace
From groveling footfalls
(Gravel in my step)

Rustling underbrush
Strokes brushes, just so
I can stoke the blaze
Of embered mornings–

Strum sylvan strings at night
Out of reach
(No leaded folk songs
To keep me chasing tail)

I collect an apronful
Of bedtime stories
To balance on stilted whispers
Of instrumental silence

Lullabies hush–
I sing my speaking soul
To sleep.

Jane Bled © 2016-2017
All Rights Reserved.

Warm © Jane Bled

The fall weather grows cozier. Good for multiple blankets and hot beverages. Before bedtime, I prefer to drink herbal tea (no honey), but the occasional cup of cocoa also has its appeal. Homemade: with cocoa powder, filtered water, coconut or almond milk, vanilla, cinnamon, a dash of turmeric, and pinch of Himalayan sea salt.

Thank you for reading. May the weekend find you well-rested, well-nourished, and well-spoken.


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About Jane Bled

Dreaming, writing, singing. Curious queer human. Soul-deep; heart speaks.


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