Fragments, by Tonia E. Anderson
Toni moved through a weird list (“For those feeling angry”) to the Cauldron (“Work with the mysterious”), to create this stunning 4-haiku poem.
Cuts sharp from their deed.
Her heart, her eyes, her fingers.
She builds as blood pours.
The smudges grew brown
Drying as edifice rose.
Shock. Still more blood flows.
Still they could not see
She carried bricks for safety.
Curved and yearning, afraid.
Cold touch, constant pain.
Pain woven like braided wire.
A braid now her crown.