Palettal Prose: Broom

Sacred wand

with a whisper

of your thistle

you release all that holds on

clearing out the corners

of our mind’s house

you remind us

of the renewal

of our existence

Broom

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

oh beloved instrument

of witches

sweep away

the mind’s thick mess

sweep away

the weight of judgement

release the particles

of dawn’s heavy grip

and dusk’s unbearable longing

fly with us

during the making of dreams

across the moon who

echos our grace

Broom Ride Like a Pro


-Christine Fortuin, 2011

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