November’s Storm

The coming of the Bonfire

Author’s note.

I wrote this after being nominated by the wonderful poet Meditations On Permafrost The theme is to write a poem about yourself and the month you were born. It didn’t take me long to take on the challenge, I was instantly inspired. This is the result, first draft with only a few tweaks — no words have been edited.

November’s Storm

Born in November’s storm,
rain battered window panes.
Lightning struck —
a frightened girl.

No hand to hold,
she bled alone.

The child she held
was kept in a lonely hospital bed.
Disconnected, the cord was severed.
It did not bind,
but the chain was tethered.

The cries were loud,
no one heard the sounds.
The girl was caged,
the child was raged.

Neither touched the hand that held,
neither knew
how to break the spell.

Time will arrive
when the cord will bind,
and peace within each other
they will find.

The coming of the bonfire.

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