Fledgling Poem by Barbara Nixon

My once impenetrable refuge, my Inner Sanctum,

Invaded and defiled,

and left to drown in a tempestuous lake,

of unabating sorrow



Powerful is this elixir that courses through my veins,

teasing, tormenting, captivating, and alluring,

no rest will it give I.



Tears rain down on the mossy ground where I lie

like shards of fractured glass,

glistering and dancing in the light of the moon

mocking my unrelenting grief.



The chill night breeze howls it's plaintive cry through the overhead trees

In sympathy with my own mournful lament,

Outstretched branches reaching down

like a lover's arms to comfort me.



Oh release this hostage from my veins,

let this merciless elixir flow like a river

onto the icy forest floor beneath me



Euphoria envelopes me like a blanket of sweet opium

as the hostage trickles free

warm and sensual against my cold and pallid skin.



Fleeting memories of a smile, a touch, an embrace, assail my senses

holding them dear in a moment frozen in time,

until they fade like faceless spectres

into the murky shadows of this endless night.



But the Morn will break

and the fledgling will take flight

and I on it's wing

Reborn


Barb Nixon