Myth and Memory Poem Contest
9/6/2025
Sponsored by: Vanya Evangeline
Glory to her hands that stitched the green, That sought the pieces of a love torn wide: For her strong grief, a river spilling light: For her sharp magic, beautiful and keen, That found the fragments and refused to hide: And knit his broken body back from night. All things lost, scattered, shattered, and undone: Whatever's broken (who can say why?): She holds the pieces, breathes them into form: She births the sun from what was not a sun: Let life begin.
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