Always Been

Poetry

Written by Kiernan Antares

June 2, 2020

Beneath the façade

and bravado

and opinions

and gavel

beyond the world traveler

seeking to belong

words spilling dreams

spinning catchers

under the stars

moonbeams weaving stories

behind collections of burnt castles

sunlight casting shadows

shards of lies

and truths

and desperation

between phoenix rising

ashes to ashes

brushstrokes and pens

mother and son

father and daughter

daughter and mother—

 

Stands a little miss

   a pixie cut of chestnut

   a billowy taffeta dress

   checkered in blue and white

   and round toes Mary Jane’s.

She’s a loner this one

seeking connection in

her own inner world

the hills and valleys

riverbeds and oceans

twinkling whispers in the wind

eyes for her father

ears to the ground—

beyond, and all around

heart for the Great One

unknown

the world tries to change her

and name her

and she fights for breath

above is a hand on her shoulder

with infinite care,

bending the sky to certainty—

   there hope lives.

Kiernan is a writer, poet and editor. She is also the Founder of the Inspired Writers Group, author of the novel Phoenix Star – An Adventure of the Spirit, and an award-winning artist. Her work has been licensed by Blue Angel Publishing and featured in Centerpoint Magazine, Indigo Sun Magazine, Journey of the Heart and other publications, also forthcoming in the Raconteur Literary Magazine. Kiernan is currently writing a book of poetry.

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