A carpenter made her,
Who carved her bones from clay
With the breath of life to fill her soul with light.
Every bend and curve, a deliberate decision,
Choosing to make her of this Earth to bear fruit,
As she is constantly being melted by the fires below her,
And solidifies with his touch.
Calligraphy is etched onto her skin,
With the words of sapphire tablets
And the ability to walk on water,
If she just holds out her hand.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
An Ode to Muses to Kalliope
PoesíaThis poetry collection explores regret, isolation, philosophy, with a sprinkling of guilt. Historical references are encouraged! If you're just going through the motions of life, whether it be blissful or difficult, these poems are great companions...
