Monday, June 11, 2018

Ordinary Kindness (Day 509)


she spun such kindness 
from an ordinary 
upbringing   a magical 
childhood of fairies 
and giants 
and secret huts 
where witches were 
rumored to live 
among gardeners’ rakes 
and brooms  
that shimmering world
constructed of feathers
clouds and dragonfly wings
was stronger 
than we ever imagined  
barely tarnished  even now    
viewed through my 
time-dusted window 
of adulthood  of context
the nest may not be woven
as tightly  but the pale
shells  each broken cleanly 
to allow us our freedom 
are still intact  tiny cups 
of turquoise tilted 
toward the coming sunset  


(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

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