play

understated undulations
radiating from fingers
ululating soft shadows
over
the claviature

the blade of her soul

she knows her tongue is the sheath
for the blade of her soul
one day a blade of grass
the next a blade of knife

for once she writes away
her feeling of inadequacy
and for a fleeting moment
believes in her capability
to nourish deeply and to cut finely

 - Lara Kirsten