The Fool
written by: Polly Oliver
Today I saw a white feather
And birdsong filled the woods.
After I cried we hugged.
Purple flowers bloomed
from the blood behind my eyelids,
Closed against loss.
I was The Fool
With her sack of valueless goods;
Coloured stones and poems
Wrapped in bright cloth.
Hiking along a path of optimism,
Eyes to the clouds,
Your heart under my boots.
But now it has cracked
And I’m falling through.
JAN/FEB 2017 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Writing in the spaces between the hustle and noise. Poems published here and there, but nothing beats a poem brought to life in a live reading. Ex broadcast journalist (are we ever truly ex?), communications pro, mum, coast dweller.
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