Sister to Storm to Dirt to Flame

“…in war, love and Stories things are rarely what they seem.” ~ Thorn in Red

I was Sister to Storm to Dirt to Flame
before she,
who claimed to have chosen me as her own,
fancied glitter could glamour
the broken spine of usurped energy.

Stagnant through time and Realms,
the twinkling twit
has met not the wisdom that feeds
the babes in evolution’s belly;

a witch in touch
with the Nature who made her
would never pretend…

or believe a rogue made of her magic
could shoot arrows through my blood

and keep her own eyes.

.

My soul ached for flesh,

but I didn’t eat my own shoes:
the innocent should never be digested.

No rules of cast
over the guarding of my walls
and blood.

She sent her magic-ripen creation
to end mine,
knowing energy can’t be destroyed.
But it can be changed.

I wound my essence around the shape of her Archer;
I summoned air, called on earth, welcomed the fire
that seals flesh to soul and Crafts stories.
I pushed from under a house of lies and with open eyes,
I rebirthed my Self anew.

Process Note: this poem is written from the point of view of a character in the tales of Laila Flynn, a web serial linked to Thorn in Red, a dark urban fantasy novella brewed with myth and fairy tale. To avoid spoilers, I won’t share the character’s name. Those of you who know the speaker—and have been waiting for her—please be kind to those who are yet to enjoy the tale. Remember, spoilers are the scum of the universe.

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for NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015, Day 11 – I Hear Fictional Poets: Create a poem written from the point of view of a fictional character. Do cite the work where the character appears. That way, we can wink at her, him, it… if we wish to.

and for Oma Linda’s Shadows of Oz
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41 thoughts on “Sister to Storm to Dirt to Flame

  1. I don’t know how or why, but I couldn’t for the life of me remember any Laila Flynn stories…so I went back to Red is the new Gold…and I hadn’t read it!!!! I will catch up on all her adventures asap 😀 XXX

  2. “I pushed from under a house of lies and with open eyes,
    I rebirthed my Self anew.”

    I’m spellbound by your words. Simply haunting.

  3. Such a cool poem, Magaly–I especially like the parts about the shoes and the innocents–a sense of humor here even in the darkness. I am sorry–too tired this month to leave a good comment but enjoyed the poem. k.

  4. I’m sitting here wondering how it is that you can weave a spell with your words in such compelling way. Even the dark has depth that the light can’t touch. You are a word trickster and a fine crafter of magickal tales. Love it.
    And yes, we do have cookies for special folks……………xoxo Oma Linda

  5. ‘..the innocent should never be digested..’ (!!) You absolutely rule with these kinds of lines–so matter of fact, dry and also, good to remember, even in the midst of horrors. I loved the trip to a darker realm, with another wise and seeing woman, vividly painted, and full of strength and purpose.

    • I think people continue to be themselves regardless of the situation they are facing. Some traits might mellow while others come up to scream, but at the core personalities will how their true colors… I guess this lady is a bit funny. 😀

  6. I haven’t read the Laila Flynn tales in their entirety (yet), so I didn’t know the identity of the speaker in that context, but this poem stands alone beautifully. It’s the sort of gorgeous poetry that I loved to analyze the living daylights out of back in my final year of high school, as we all sat on top of our desks sipping coffee… We had an incredibly cool English Lit. teacher. ;D

  7. I know nothing of Laila Flynn but the poem is strong and enticing ..the art is stunning and goes with the poem beautifully.

  8. I have never read the book you speak of (so no spoilers from these lips) but am still enchanted by your gorgeous words.
    That last stanza dropped an entire painting into my head!

    • Want to know a secret? The last stanza was the first one that came to my mind… after that, I knew I had to go back to see exactly why. Glad you liked it.

      Oh, and if that paint ever leaps from head to canvas… do let me see it! ♥

  9. Your words are magic!! “A Witch in touch with nature.””I pushed from under a house of lies and with open eyes, I rebirthed my Self anew.” You are brilliant girl! Love this! Amazing painting!

  10. See? No spoilers. *shows hands* Though I would like to comment on how much I liked the way you used Elemental imagery in this. It was lyrical and visual, both. I read it twice. That’s what I do when I like something. *nods sagely*

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