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1/1/2021 4:04:22 PM

Mary Kate Marozas
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The stillness of her sleeping form

outlined against my bedroom wall.

The feather tic tossed in restless sleep

Blocked my access underneath

for the doll, I sought to comfort me.

As I crept across the floor.

Our breath attuned in synchronous wafts

Vaporous, but quiet,

scattered moonbeams’ shadowy show

of late-night lessor lights

aided my misadventure.

Silver light through ice-covered glass

traced gentle reflections on the floor.

Some shadows zigzagged toward the doorway,

Some streaked to where I had searched before.

The cloudless frigid full moon night

warned me to wait elsewhere.

Everything was much too bright

mirrored against the snow.

Should anyone care to look

I was where I was not to be.

But I could not,

would not

leave.

I sought time and healing

And awaited mystery

and magic.

I was the guard by the gate,

The silent witness on the wall

No harm would befall any that night.

My fervent childhood prayers

Left all safe within.

Defiantly, with intent

I sought no softer bed.

My will alone would hold her there

heal her that night.

My childhood eyes grew weary

as my attention waned.

Slipping slowly to the floor,

I wrapped my toes in the feather tic.

And watched the moon

move us on one last trip

around my tiny room.

Sometime in that bright moonlit night

she was taken from my guard.

They must have been so quiet

when they found me

on the floor.

Wrapped up within the feather tic;

Underneath, yet besides

the greatest treasure

I was blessed to know.
edited by Elspeth Rapha on 1/1/2021

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MaryKaithe Marozas
aka - Elspeth Rapha

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