Mind Holding

The kettle sat

Long forgotten

On the stove,

Grime sitting on

Once beautiful chrome,

A lone scream

Echoing down empty hall

Shattering windows

As it waited to be lifted

From the fire-

Dust particles danced

To the music created,

The song that turned

The lone man mad

And sent him running

For a life in the woods,

Hidden in the mountains

Mending broken parts

Among the flowers

And the wandering deer,

Listening to birdsong

To hide the drone

Of the inner broken pieces,

The shattered soul

That belonged to the crying

Yearning kettle,

The building decayed

As his innards healed,

Growing yet again

From a destruction he knew,

But scars remained,

His mind

The nighttime haunt

Of demons best unaddressed-

The kettle’s scream died

Replaced by the roaring fire

That licked the curtains

Distorting window to outside world,

Crumbling boards to earth,

Allowing vines to sweep in,

And strangle the mess left behind,

Needles falling from tall tree

To cover the crime scene

The man had created

When his mind spun

And became too much

For him to hold.

Katrina Thornley is an indie poet often inspired by nature. In June of 2024 she released her 3rd poetry collection, Arcadians: Awakening in Nature. It is available on Amazon.

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