Prickmedainty Poetry

Hide and Speak

The silence in my mouth

Like a stone choking me.

I spit it out.

Breaking—

Cracks spilling sequin sparkles.

I cannot count them,

They are so many.

Weeping—

I can't spell out silver star jewels

In semi-precious syllables,

I have tasted galaxies on my tongue!

Now I am reduced to speaking in pebbles.

Yet even they retain a glint, remember

The sun's primordial forge.

Speak—

There is a geode at the heart:

A crystalline hope.

(I speak of fire)