Fragments of me

Like slivers of glass fragments of me scatter
Exploding stars out of my aching head.
Bleeding birds of many- coloured feathers
Often punched drunk by love they flutter
Towards the burning sky above and ahead
Dragging with them the numerous tiny spectres
Which left my life caged in fear of its own danger.
Leaving my skull full of the whispering echoes
And dark fossils of past pains and disillusions,
They burn in flames on reality's many horizons
Sprinkling over you ashes of dolour and woes.
Yet they also leave behind, pigments of my desires
Of hopes and dreams undying in me forever.
My curiosity yearns for more of life's colour
And my mind opens to all that is still on offer.
The kiln is awakened and hot raises its fires
My eyes observe and soak with natural candour
The splendid fabric of this world yet to discover.
Windows open, the unique images I gather
Are absorbed in my blood and pass through
My Heart before being kissed by the embers
And burning still, truthfully offered, living cinders
Fragments of me, offered hesitantly to you.

Frederique Eilish McMillan (aka H. Boucher)

***Eilish is the Irish version of my name. I am Québécoise but I have Irish and Breton blood. Frederique Eilish McMillan is me and she's a long story.