As a windchime

There is something ethereal and charming ~ about wind chimes.

This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,000 poems.

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There's something mystically calming in reading about a wind chime.

I hope this is not a thing verboten, but I just couldn't keep my hands off this. It felt like clay, and I just kept rearranging it. I stripped away all the capital letters, punctuation marks, and spacing, because I loved all the words and the images evoked, but I wasn't getting it. Once everything was gone but the words, a poem jumped off the page for me. Maybe I still didn't get what you were trying to say, Boo (may I call you by your first syllable. Forgive me if I did a bad.

malachite and agate

turquoise and jade

twisted in the tendrils

of deadly nightshade

narrow and jagged

smooth and inlaid

golden with copper

hidden in shade

mystically woven

into a crones braid

she chimes down the lightning

a thundering tirade

when I am a windchime

my debt will be paid

Since I asked people about what they'd be as a windchime, I'm really glad to find someone taking the lead. Sad to say, I'm still not on board with my own poetic rendering on this! You've given me a nudge!

something sinister after reading about the crones braids, but this is eloquent and lovely..

"when I am a windchime, my debt will be paid" :)

that line is perfect and very transcendental, you go girl!!