Ash and song

Ash is tumbling cloud-like from the sky;

dulling our freckles and filling our mouths,

the bitter taste of betrayal without a name.

It swells, ink in the sea,

permeating every inch of blue.

Until – you sing,

make up the words as you go along.

The ash settles and flowers bloom

in the heart with soot sodden walls;

the letters trace their fingertips

through the dark and draw a smile:

the world isn’t ending, after all.

© Kristiana Reed 2019

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