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Gatekeepers of the Soul

An ode to eyelashes

By Bri CraigPublished 2 months ago 1 min read
Gatekeepers of the Soul
Photo by Alia Wilhelm on Unsplash

To the fluttering harp string gates

that protect the windows to my soul,

I offer my deepest condolences.


For you have felt the loss of every

Tear, far more than I, the lone

rain cloud in heaven.


I’ve asked a violin to wait outside

In the grassy fields of morning

and catch dew upon her strings.


But I forgot how she could

have made music





This poem was originally published on Unstamatic, an online flash prose/poetry literary journal. This was part of a experimental "Universal acceptance" call, where the journal accepted and published all submissions (with the exception of hate speech). The goal of this project was to create a snapshot of what the writing of today looks like, without the filter of "acceptance."

Gatekeepers of the Soul is part of an unpublished collection of odes about the human body, which I wrote in an effort to find beauty in the mundane functions that keep us alive.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Bri Craig

Bri Craig (she/her) is a variety pack writer. She enjoys writing poetry, webcomic features, humor, short stories, and personal anecdotes. Basically, neither of us will ever know what will be posted next!

Let's connect! More about me here.

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  • PK Colleran2 months ago

    Lovely 🌹

  • Gerald Holmes2 months ago

    This is beautifully done.

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