Born Again

born again

With a sprig of lilacs in a room for meditation,
the willow woman twisted and pruned each bloom
A huntress in a roomful of secrets and vibration

Her knife, the cutting edge of perfumed salvation
welcomed demons, goddesses, and intentions to exhume
with a sprig of lilacs in a room for meditation

Long was the release from this tomb of vexation
for the willow woman born again in a magical womb
A huntress in a roomful of secrets and vibration

She whispered goodbye to both gloom and damnation
with incantations and a butcher’s bloodied broom
and a sprig of lilacs in a room for meditation

Awash in bright blessings and Hume’s adoration
the willow woman found peace in that white room
A huntress in a roomful of secrets and vibration

Such was the birth of her presumed alteration
draped in a perfectly purple costume
with a sprig of lilacs in a room for meditation
A huntress in a roomful of secrets and vibration

photo: The Quill Diaries
prompts: #aprpad – day 29, #NaPoWriMo, #PoemTrail, #QuillVerse, 3030Poetry, Adele Kenny

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