When Ash Remembers Flame
Written: May 20, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Karen Jones
Inspired from Prince Song: When Doves Fly
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I slipped the mirror mournful cry,
Where silhouettes lick the silvery sky.
There is no name or voice left to claim—
There was just airless slate and a flame.
A corroded sun starts to drown,
Its crown is a ring of ash and sound.
I donned my wreckage as a hymn,
Stillness buried the spirit within.
Celestial bodies discard where I've bled,
But roots remember every word I said.
I attempted to heal what mercy had torn,
With hollow hands—unclothed and forlorn.
The breeze once sighed, "I could rise,"
But each move was imbued with lies.
I hooked my terror to phantom gates,
I spotted it glitter, and now it waits.
I am unable to contain what life remains,
Each flicker is exhausted to yearn again.
So I inspire the twilight to bend—,
Allow me flames and reach an end.
If light emerges, avoid letting it blaze—
Allow it to fall softly in darkened haze.
Not involving a savior's dazzling flame,
Yet anguish interacts through my name.
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2025
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