A Recipe For Endings
Picture her in your mind.
Caress her with the evening’s charcoal sky.
Gather the laurel in the beaded dawn.
Follow her footsteps to Delphi.
Cast the wreath at the oracle’s sandals.
Take the name the smoke gives you.
Chant her name as you return home.
Spread the seeds wide around you.
Clothe yourself in air under the pinprick sky.
Build the fire from the branches of your heart.
From a bowl of rain, dress yourself in clouds.
Circle the fire until you have planted the seeds in you.
Cast her name into the fire.
She will come with the fingers of the sun.
Realize you are done.
Burst into flame.
With acknowledgements to D. Ackley.
This will not be a regular feature, but I plain ran out of time to get a ficlet done. I had a car to buy, a wizard to play, Catan to settle, and Guilder to frame for it all.
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