This is based on a promise and my desire to feast on life: wearing its seasons with beauty and dignity.
A Bruised Reed
by Angela Josephine
I want to cover the fields as purple heather
light and fragrant
open and wild
I will draw in the canopy blue until blushing violet hues
I will gobble great mounds of cloud to fatten stolid calves
and bees will swarm to sumptuous feast
spreading good news far and wide
extending my territory to the ends of this field
to the ends of the earth
and a storm will come to this valley
and I will bend low with spine exposed
I will take the lashing of the wind
and the glancing rain will fill my wounds with ice
and I will wait…
until the wind grows soft
until the world grows silent
until the sun rises again
and I will stand to greet it
bearing this cloak of diamonds
that glistens and sparks
and is absorbed
under its steady gaze.