Bijou
Part of: An Effusion of Strangers Collection of Poetry
She has
the tiniest, most fragile
wrists made for twirling
fans, rippling morning light,
caressing petals and shifting
specs of dust, brushing cheeks
and decorating satin pillows.
She has
blown glass bones infused
with golden ichor and cellophane
skin smoothed by salt tides,
spider web veins painted in
watercolour and long strands of hair
grown from firefly light.
She has
tiptoed on lily pads
within my dreams and danced
across whispers that bridged
my heart, settled on newborn leaves
inside my palms and fluttered
between eyelashes while I slept.
She has
never been real
in any of these ways,
never been intricate
or delicate like this.
Never been. Never been.
Never been bijou.
About the Creator
Tricia Vivienne Blanc
Writer of fantasy, fiction and the occasional brooding poem. Budding photographer. Prolific swimmer (of both water and emotions), willing accomplice, experienced antagonist, flip-flop Jedi, lover of words, forests, dragons and gummies.
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A telegram to Little Me
I acquired a magical souvenir; it was a realisation. By taking an impulsive trip to Thailand, I awarded myself the chance to have it. You are our own gift shop. You choose the opening times, you choose the stock. They are the very nature of wisdom, realisations. One could say we collect them and form a magnificent portfolio entitled Experience. And that's why we do the majority of things we do. But travelling is the act most generous in the offering of experience, the gift shop with the best stock. We go on the hunt for experiences, daring ourselves to be stimulated in new ways, by new flavours. To sweat, swim or shiver in the waters of new challenges. To hear new sounds, learn novel outlooks, and relish as hinges creak with unknown doors opening in our hearts and minds. This realisation and the flourishing effect it had upon me made Thailand my best trip yet. All this realisation consisted of was merely a stripped back epiphany of why we do these things. See new places, take new risks, seek refreshing distractions from all that we're tired of being familiar with.
By Konrad Kramp4 days ago in Wander
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