From the Ashes

No. 4

By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemistPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read

Photo by Peter Yost on Unsplash

I once knew a pet bird named Felix

Who had feathers of red, gold, and mix.

He burned in a fire

But she rose from the pyre

And she flew with new life as a Phoenix.

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About the Creator

Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist

I fell in love with speculative fiction and poetry many years ago, but I have precious little time to write any. Then, I went crazy and started a cult called metAlchemy, or meta alchemy. I revere energy of all brands, esp. good, kind chaos.

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