There’s a place we can go where we can reach
anything in our heart’s desire.
I can light a match and open a door.
The magic is thick with the spark.
My animal guide walks in and we are transported
through the keyhole into
I am here with you now, tending to your roses that are
growing in the snow.
We hear the drip drip from the ice thawing
and I open my cloak and reach out for your hand.
You are silent and I touch your heart with my hand.
Inside it I can feel your hurting beat, I surround the area
and clear out the dry rot.
I pull away the termites and open up your light. Your lantern pulses.
A star above your head opens, and it spills its light
into your heart.
We close your blue cloak and sit in the dark atop the
patches of iced moss.
We surrender to the shape of our breaths flowing from our mouths.
After a moment’s pause, I say,
“Let’s go home and make some soup.”
You agree and we light another match.
We are transported into our kitchen away from the garden
Garlic, tomato, basil and oregano are all prepared for us
near the stove.
You sit down at the table,
and I begin to cook for you,
with the biggest smile on my face.
8 thoughts on “A place”
Clever and evocative verse Ka. I might need the termite repair unit! 😋
I’m happy to share, Brad 🙂 Thank you!
What a lovely poem about the inherent magic we have with us at all times. ✨
Thank you, Alethea! We all do truly have it, don’t we?! Let’s use it! 🙂
I loved this wonderful place of magical escape Ka. ❤
Oh thank you so much!!