April 1 2016
written by: Bridget Conway
@BridgetCWrites
As a solid and unwavering stone
You came underneath my moving
Shifting ground
As volcanoes erupted at full menace
My ashes covered everything
Except you in the twinkling dark
I’ll remember the time you emerged
And every day after
As my morning light
As the stars that showed the way
Bridget Conway is a poet, writer, editor, and critic currently residing in Sydney. She is a hippie at heart who loves cats, Star Trek, theatre, coffee, and books.
You can check out her musings on her blog where she writes a poem every day as part of a healing process for her mental illness and reviews all things artsy.
You can check out her musings on her blog where she writes a poem every day as part of a healing process for her mental illness and reviews all things artsy.
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- April 1 2016 - May 2, 2016
