Blood and Mirrors and Grace

Normal and orthodox and expected
broke her bones;
cracked lightning through her Self,
until she split in two
lonely pieces.

“My life is so thin, thin, thin
she said, falling to her knees.
“I can’t stop weeping into the mix;
all this running is pushing jagged bone
through flesh and skin…
so much blood.”

“Stir the fresh blood into life’s picture,” I said.
When the white of her eyes expanded and shouted,
That sort of thing just isn’t done!
I offered a smile, curtsied, straightened my shoulders,
and ripped my chest open until I, too, bled…
showing the mirror of my broken past
painting a pliant new whole.

She dusted off her wounds,
oned her Self
and rose to meet my gaze;

in the dark of her eyes,
I tasted the scent of wholing grace…
blood and mirrors and grace.

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for Poets United, Poetry Pantry 261; and for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Outlawyer, aka Karin, asks us to think of “grace”. So I did.) To celebrate the fourth anniversary of The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads on Nelson Mandela International Day, Kerry O’Connor reminds us to ask ourselves, “What can I do?” Well, my Wicked Luvs, I can give my words… infused with love and witchy living.

Birth fo a Faerie, by SunshineShelle“Birth of a Faerie”, by SunshineShelle
It’s not déjà vu; I’ve shared this painting before… It felt appropriate, again

59 thoughts on “Blood and Mirrors and Grace

  1. It is wonderful to think of you addressing your mirrored self in this way and helping her to turn the jagged edges into a whole. This is a wonderful turn of the mirror mirror fairest of them all, and the seven years bad luck–so difficult to stir in the fresh blood, to deal with what is in fact there–yet you show a way. Thanks much for the poem and your gift, Magaly. k.

  2. This is a gift, words to be embraced, thank you x
    Also did you know I get all excited seeing my art with your words (?) so thank you for melding both in this post Ms Wicked 🙂

  3. “Stir the fresh blood into life’s picture…” REALLY liked that turning point in the poem–sometimes we must be a mirror, not only to ourselves(we always are) but to others, and a picture *does* tell a thousand stories, doesn’t it? A wonderful poem of grace, and of wisdom, Magaly–but I always find that here.

  4. Grace here lies here in a painful surrender (that tearing open of the chest) to the exact nature of things, accepting oneself as oneself–and discovering there all the wonder and magic. Yes.

  5. There’s a delicacy running through your poem that is a delight to see. At the same time I notice a strength of character, a determination there. To be who you want to be. Thanks, I enjoyed this.

    Greetings from London.

  6. Sometimes it would just be so helpful if you could really split yourself in two. Then, as you do here, you could share a cuppa while you soulfully chatted about the things that only the two of you could share. And, of course, fresh blood paints a much brighter picture, wouldn’t you say?
    Wonderful piece, but you always deliver such wonderfulness! We are lucky, we, your readers!

    • We need to become so many people, split in so many pieces, bend so many ways… before we find ourselves. The pain of the metamorphosis is rarely pleasant, ah, but the memories… the things they tell us about the us we grow into.

      Your comments keep me writing, my Sharon Luv! ♥

  7. blood mirrors and grace; a process of healing truth and journeying; what a powerful write

    have a nice Sunday Magaly, thanks for dropping in at my Sunday Lime

    much love…

  8. Wonderful poem, and story. And I so like the way you have progressively faded the colour on ‘thin, thin, thin’, and the coined words ‘oned’ and ‘wholing’. You expand the possibilities of poetry; thank you!

  9. Normal and orthodox and expected
    broke her bones;

    When the white of her eyes expanded and shouted,
    That sort of thing just isn’t done!

    Oh, that stirs an “I remember that girl” she’s mostly gone now since “I tasted the scent of wholing grace… blood and mirrors and grace.”
    Gorgeous, Magaly

  10. Wow! You are amazing! The way you capture everything Magaly! You always get me thinking! “I offered a smile, curtsied, straightened my shoulders,
    and ripped my chest open until I, too, bled…
    showing the mirror of my broken past
    painting a pliant new whole.”
    Truly Amazing!!!

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