Healing Magic by Jill Sharon Kimmelman

Healing Magic

This barrel of grief
once hollow...black...without floor...or perch
frightens me a little less
with each rung of the climbing out

I am a traveler
navigating new roads
gazing upon splendid vistas
a gift of lanterns light my way
opalescent pearls and magic beads
illuminate the pale dawn

When i stumble on unfamiliar roads
my dress is rimmed with mystic dust
so i walk a little slower
no need to hurry this journey

Sweet temptation beckons beneath
the invitation of this stranger’s welcome smile
and i bend like a willow
to show a fellow traveler
the grace of my limbs
and the recognition in my eyes

this has the makings of healing magic...

Jill Sharon Kimmelman
Summer 2020