Wyrthe

Category: Poetry

  • A Wilted Doppelganger

    With dread, I saw A thistle bush, almost my height And almost fully wilted, Letting wisps of seed Drift away on a late summer breeze. An ill omen in reverse, a memory Of bitter thorns and bitter words Shared from mother to daughter, And daughter again. My mother professed, She ought not have had children.…

  • The Unwavering Star

    Childhood came upon her Like a vicious, winged thing – It stalked her by day, And by night, it’s shadow Draped her in dread. It seemed like it would be her death, But in a flurry of wings and teeth, Her and the monster breathing harsh In the agonizing dance of predator and prey, It…

  • Brittle

    Ice flowers along the river banks Alit with the winter sun, A stirring memory of summer days When I still held your love.

  • Fraying Threads

    Long, spindly branches flickering in a whirl, Illuminated by the brush of the sun, The glory, as mesmerizing as any dance, Yet I am moving forward as the trees Remain stationed in their stillness. Mom spoke of her parents again And their stories trail behind me, And the stories of those before them And the…

  • Love is Supposed to be Beautiful

    Friendship is supposed to be beautiful— Yet it’s tangled in brambles: Gossip blooms with thorns, And winter frost creeps in Through distances of place or passion. Marriage is supposed to be beautiful— But true love’s kiss can burn. The story fades, the credits stall, And though the bond holds fast, Life hurls its storms without…

  • A Bee in a Magnolia

    I know I mustn’tWant to be a bee,Sprinkled in pollenAnd curled up inA magnolia –Safe from the sunAnd the demandsThat the complexitiesOf thought invite.Their lives are shortAnd also demanding,Yet my soul sighs in longingTo see them slumber.