Lavender Edges

The lavender edges begin to swim and teem and brim to overflowing as her fascination begins

lapping inside her brain~

like shards of pretty little pieces of broken bone china

all touching and not touching,

dangerous and lovely.

Wickedly pointed

yet somehow able to calm her anxious heart.

Anxious for the life she’s spent seeking what?

Might the shards be smoothed

as she fits the pieces of meaning-making

into a fine and noble frame of resolve.

December 9, 2012 Meldrum Poetry Workshop