Ageing backward
once a child
stuffed with potential
you could be burned and
engage future with the severed fearlessness of the young
who do not believe the bell will toll for them
and come a day
marked by tree rings of frigid growth
looking up at sky emptied of cloud
how cruel the season burns
secrets from the branches
that day
an altered girl sinks beneath bath water
marred by her loathing self
what emerges trembled in fear
keep the lights on mama
she is returning to unknowing
It is the dementia of the soul
clamoring for relief
her bones are no longer soft and green
they grow lean and she curls
away from herself
those days of succor and wiggle
when was the last time you touched her like a flower?
and opening she cried into you
tumbling into a shared well of blossom
we both wear silver in our hair now
released from knowledge, return to unknown
lying like a split pomegranate
seeds spilling out
mouths stained radiant
how did you live so long to trap yourself?
back in the box of musk and gunpowder
the lock sounds like a scythe
it is cold and unworn
opposing sides climb to the rumor
you are undone
TheFeatheredSleep 
Beautifully written poetry, with poignant meaning. Brilliantly done.
This is a superb series of poems. Over-flowing with depth and symbolism they tell much of the journey of both woman and Womanhood. Fine writing.
Wow thank you! I wasn’t sure about this chronicle – it was a message through 4 poems about growing up and I wasn’t sure it worked but it’s good to know someone liked it! Thank you again
The richness in this is stunning.
You are truly a gifted gifted writer. Always a pleasure to read your posts 😄
This hurt my chest to read. And other parts of my body wounded by man.
I really loved this series you did! In-fucking-credible.
Wow C., what an absolutely amazing series of poetry. As usual your writing leaves me speechless. Thank you for sharing these, and hope you are feeling better. ღ
Beautifully written piece of art
Most poignant
Really hoping you had a lovely birthday my friend
Thank you my friend♡
I am. I hope you also♡ thank you dear one♡
Ps don’t be a stranger
My last is today♡♡♡ thank you lovely friend
Wow. Thank you so so much!
Wonderful series, these chronicles.
(Hope you got my email a couple of days ago!)
My pleasure Candice
Betty – I should have known you would find Candice, or that I might one day find you here!
Candice – You have found a wonderful friend in Betty, I see your souls in rhythm …
Peter, yes, it seems we’re kindred spirits who were destined to meet. The honesty of her poetry speaks to heart, mind and soul. Thank you for such a nice comment!