Poetry | Relationships | Spirituality
She Sings Of Promises In The Ashes
Memories are in the bones.
The memories held within her bones were set there by a spirit god.
Dense fibers seeped in liquid souls and mingled in the marrow held.
She eats their ash to hear the songs, and sips from chalice skulls to know.
For only they remember all the tales and lives of ancient roots.
The singer moves within the bones, to rows of skulls, each one a verse.
She sees them there and picks one up It tastes of blood and promises.
She feels the tale and starts to sing, of jeweled beasts and craggy keeps
With gardens full and lush with fruit and daughters blushing in their silks.
The legends tell of feuds and deaths, of love fulfilled that caused the wars.
Each story has a teaching thread, that winds around a wooden spool
And thus reveals the warp and weft to draw the part that isn’t said.
With both hands raised, she tells the tales a finger game that marks the lines.
Then stamps her feet to mark the course. Her wisdom lives within the dance.
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