time – Jordyn Saelor

stronghold

In the story books I read at home, the captured maiden was always blindfolded or asleep and never knew where her captors took her until

in 3 years’ time

in three years I think I aged twenty, from a little girl to a teen in ratty clothing and poorly brushed hair. But I learned runes,

If I could go back to my prime with all I know now, maybe I could really accomplish something. Make something of my joyous name, make this laughing spell between us stay the same. But what is my “prime”? Seven years old, innocent, playing games of succession? Eleven, on the cusp of depression? Older, myContinue reading “Wisdom of the Ancients”

Child of Rust

child of rust birthed of dust, passenger clouds make heaven shrouds, open your eyes, deserted cries, forgotten ages of societies vast, prophetic pages now apocalypse past: a stench blew in like rot meets ruin, a storm stirring sand, cup water in hand, drink child of dust, birthed of rust cities– bow back the sea swordContinue reading “Child of Rust”

30- Landscape of a Heart

I took up residence in a library (of course she did) and I took up writing (of course she did) but mostly I took up the chore these mountain dragons never bothered with

29- lightning

strike fire fight light lead us on to where it’s bright

into the roaring storm

so no you stupid fates just existing isn’t rewarded with happiness, I am a rainbow or water,

in these pages

All fates are the same, it seems: whether witch or demon, rabbit or tree, the tones just tell us to

and stars

Perhaps someone knew that the strings of fate ran in a circle. Or maybe, like most dreams, I made up nonsense.