Earthen Sun

Bridget Webber
May 23, 2019 · Unlisted

A poem

There was nothing I liked

more than to spread my

tiny fingers wide as a smile

across sleek red earth and

mold it into the shape of

the sun, then watch the

cabbage whites flutter

in the summer warmth.

“Don’t keep them in there”

you said, as the butterflies

squirmed in my earthen

orbs. So I set them free

to light the sky with their

dance and made merry

with the mud rays until

the cool air swept the grass

and you called me inside

where the candle glowed.

Copyright © 2019 Bridget Webber. All rights reserved

The Bolt-Hole

Self-improvement, stories, and poems

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Bridget Webber

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Independent content creator, ghostwriter, author https://tinyurl.com/y2cgqhgv mental health advocate, and poet. bridgetwebbber@outlook.com

The Bolt-Hole

Self-improvement, stories, and poems

Bridget Webber

Written by

Independent content creator, ghostwriter, author https://tinyurl.com/y2cgqhgv mental health advocate, and poet. bridgetwebbber@outlook.com

The Bolt-Hole

Self-improvement, stories, and poems

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