Nice thread! =D LOVE it!
Here's my favorite one of mine:
Ancient Tree
Down the aisle I see a tree with branches
reaching up, high and through the ceiling
of weeds and twine surrounded by lilies.
I’m in a dress, a blank sheet of white paper,
covered in blood. Tattered and torn from
adventures alone. Where is my shield and
my sword? Have I defeated, or is this blood
my own? Stepping stones appear and lead
to this ancient tree, with knots and bird’s
nests. A home for these creatures and for me,
a game of don’t-step-on-the-lava. I leap!
From stone to stone and hear an old song
of groans and utterances beyond my ears’
understanding. Safe land, I’ll call you mine
and not look behind to see the bubbling lava
I’ve narrowly escape. My eyelashes are seared
from the heat. Still this tree whispers breath.
Breathe. Child you are beautiful. My Beloved.
So I climb and feel the harsh bark beneath my nails
and toes. I’m almost to the top when my dress
catches on a branch. No! Almost there! I want
to see what’s at the top, beyond the reaching
branches. I seize the twine and the gates open—
a flood of water covers me, it stings and I cringe
I’m a little girl caught taking cookies. So I wait,
Suspended…no, I’m standing. I peer through
My eyelids and open them more, only to find
I’m standing on my tiptoes, balancing on an arm
of this tree. My dress! My tattered, bloody dress
is…new? And I’m wearing a crown of jewels . When
I reach to climb further still, my hand is already
holding something—my sword, shining and strong,
as dazzling as my crown. I harness this fight and reach
up, up, until I’m at the ceiling. When I look back
at the aisle, I see nothing but a fog and I remember not
where I’ve been. Didn’t I battle some ferocious beast?
My hands part the weeds and twine surrounded by lilies
and I see. I can hear the words behind the groans. This
language is my own. Princess of this land. Conqueror.
