24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
a sort of sorcery
born from the tiniest spark
it can rip the chill from a room
or consume entire forests
birth dragons, electrify wands
enchant dogs, illuminate the hidden
draw stories from strangers
mesmerise us till only embers
crackle whisper roar
She always loved witchcraft.
She performed little acts of magic over her lifetime:
making it rain (just a simple dance and chant),
bringing a child back to life (nothing like Pet Sematary, sorry Stephen),
turning a prince into a beast (much harder than it sounds, but worth the effort).
However, when it was time to empty the lioness
and put away a universe of misadventures,
She could only pray in the cool garden of the roads between.
Within, every dirty pretty thing seemed like a lullaby.
She soon discovered that the nectar of knowing hurt
and every word she uttered was a shotgun to the head.
Fearless
That ain’t me
Though I was
Born to be free
Living
I do it everyday
Or is it breathing
Whatever it may be
Happy
I know it’s me
Though I have no idea
Why would that be.
Hello all! My name is Abeo. I use they/them pronouns. I am Comparative Women’s Studies major, Creative Writing minor at Spelman College in Atlanta, GA. I love poetry, especially spoken word (even though I don’t perform) however I haven’t written much in the last 2 years. I am excited about this marathon as a way to set aside some time to get back in touch with my work. I am a Libra sun & moon and a Sagittarius rising. My favorite color is lavender and I love sunflowers and sunlight.
I wrote a novel
about
a couple
who won the lottery.
It may never sell,
but my mind plays with
the concept
of winning
and what that means
everyday.
It’s always at night
that I think
what a waste,
what a cosmic joke
could be played
by the universe
if the grocer
sold us a winning ticket
and on that same night,
someone’s hand grabbed
the nuclear football
out of nothing more
than being
miffed
by Denmark.
They always got better press.
When I am with you
Everything feels like magic
Like I am standing in a fairyland
Full of flowers a d fresh air
The touch of your hand
Feels like butterflies flying all over
When you kiss my lips
I feel like the ground beneath my feet
Has suddenly turned into fine dust
The way you make me feel everyday
It makes me believe in the magic called Love even more
One year has gone
Same city, different room
Still alone
With even more many
My needs and more are met
I found a great job I bet
Got another room
Where I go very early morning
To honour and practice
My creativity
Full colours and full size
Big drawing and dreaming
I’m alone now, in this room
Not alone in this life
In just one week, my first
Exhibition in plain light
Where I share
With all who care
I’m alone
I’m with all
Myself
As she felt the earth melt beneath her feet, a loving breeze enveloped her.
She saw stardust glisten in the distance.
The sound of crashing waves surrounded her.
As fairies lifted her from the melting earth, she felt herself begin to plummet.
Floop! A billowy white cloud broke her fall.
Suddenly there was music, to match the beat of her heart.
Then he appeared. And she knew the spell had been broken.
gj
A rustle in the leaves
awakens me
the sunlit dapple
turning green to silver
and blue to bright
A cool wind caress
finds June warmed flesh
a magical sign
the solstice has come
Freeing us from the curse
of our dark winters song
C. Churchill