Words By The Goose

I am Lucy Powell. These are my words. Read them. Swim in them. Enrich your mind, body, and soul.

Updated draft of Phoenix poem


In a wasted wasteland

lush with whatever;

marred things en memoriam

all once worth her weight in gold

now her nest, made from the old bird’s soul.

Look!  beyond that broken glass,

such vibrance graft from vacuous ash!

with red dawn’s flash her ember ignited;

the nest made from the old bird’s gold.

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