Pink blossoms surrounding a page with the poem, 'Elixir,' from the collection, Patchwork Fugue, by Oormila Prahlad. Text of the poem below:
Elixir
Come, hold up your palms—show me
the turmeric glaze coating the stone
of timeworn pestles,
how your mortars glisten
with the flesh of pounded suns,
how your gold soaks
into my cells
singing
to quicken,
awaken.
Today's poem speaks to my heart.
'Elixir' by @oormilaprahlad.bsky.social
Some of you might remember my reawakening last spring. Not sure how to explain it here, but been on my own since 25 (now 42). Wrote many poems last year, shared a few. Most, not yet. Eventually, they will appear. Poetry heals.💗