earth | Creative Coping

A hot expanse swells below

This cafe floor, my Earth.

Above, if i picture it,

A bulb of light so large it might include a tree-

Between, am I, small and sitting-

Straight, I think, ready channel but feeble

Conductor.

Let Life Force strike light

Through a balding head

Into my woken soul.

Ring scratched me

Ring chose me

Ring rang bright

When I put it on-

True it rang,

With the truth of light

Filtered through fathomless

Aeons before molten bronze.

‘It’s a very powerful stone’, she said,

It knew me before I new it

It called me to it,

Its point, set in silver, dangled sharp

And chipped top finger flesh,

Exposing backstage blood and raw; but

Flesh flapped back and sealed beneath the ring-

A rock called citrine, post-card from Earth’s core.

Creative Coping