If I told you
There was a land
Between the forest
And the sea
Where they mark
A day like this

By carving their sorrows
Onto grains of rice
And spilling them
Into the embers
Of a witchwood fire

And I told you
When the ash rises
From the flames
They turn their faces
And wait for it to land
On their skin

And they don’t
Even flinch
From the heat
Of their sorrows

Would you ever
Be the same

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The solstices bring out the witch in me.


bellmusker, spell, regeneration

I love the words that fall between the cracks; where I have to roll my sleeve up, jam my arm down into the darkness, and yank the stories up by their hair.

I write with black coffee, and bare feet.

Both seem to help.

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  • Lisa  Jewell
    Lisa Jewellalmost 3 years ago

    no I would not be….

    my goodness that is so penetrating.


  • SimplyRed
    SimplyRedalmost 3 years ago

    wow …it sure has landed my skin ….xx

  • sandra .
    sandra .almost 3 years ago

    Most unlikely!
    Mesmerising imagery, Bell
    Sandra xo

  • Mel Brackstone.com
    Mel Brackstone...almost 3 years ago

    Not at all, you always tell the truth ;)

  • uncleblack
    uncleblackalmost 3 years ago

    nice, mesmerising verse.

  • LindaR
    LindaRalmost 3 years ago

    oooooooooo ~ LOVE this!!! no, not ever again xx

  • Matt Penfold
    Matt Penfoldalmost 3 years ago

    The receiver of your stories will never be the same again…
    Very evocative work Bell.

  • Adriana Glackin
    Adriana Glackinalmost 3 years ago

    It’s only the stone people who never change… beautiful writing!

  • msdebbie
    msdebbiealmost 3 years ago

    Gripping poetry Bell. Solstices are an amazing time – really like the stanza
    And they don’t
    Even flinch
    From the heat
    Of their sorrows

    I always say the truest testament of friends and lovers is if they look at us as we are and don’t even flinch
    Lovely and poignant writing xxx

  • msdebbie
    msdebbiealmost 3 years ago

    I remembered a poem where my conclusion is about flinching – adoration. Wanted to share it with you xxx

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