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Curse Breaker | Queen of All Trees

Curse Breaker | The Queen of All Trees

Something tied the Child of Magic to the mountain and that tie refused to allow him to leave it. The Queen of All Trees tested its tensile strength and found the tie to be stronger than it. Each link was a promise forged in magic and blood. It led back to an unexpected source—a small child. The Child of Magic had a child of his own.

Not well versed in humans, the Queen of All Trees flipped through memory’s pages seeking the truth. It found a sixteen year old boy and a babe, one with eyes as green as his teenage father’s—a sure sign of impending magic.

The Queen of All Trees pondered this new development. What was the child of a living loophole? A larger loophole? This bore careful watching. The Queen of All Trees processed away. It had no need to turn around since it had no eyes. Through the magic it saw all that needed seeing.

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For my sister on the second anniversary of her death:

Death visited you.
He carried you off one night.
Dawn shined but you’d fled.

Left behind  a shell,
autopsied, reduced to ash
Young, your health was flawed.

born to death not life
you struggled with conditions
sought cures that failed you

You spewed hate and lies.
For one moment you became
the sister I’d loved.

In that one moment,
you made one request of me:
chase my heart’s desire

You fell back on lies
secrets your passing has kept
leaving me clueless

which was the real you?
the liar or the sister
I once knew who’s true?

Did you know at death
that you’d left a mess behind–
a broken fam’ly?

Did you even care?
Yet I wish you were still here
so time can mend things.

Your death throws shadows
o’er good times, leaving the bad.
Good times are most dear.

Yet I wonder if
those good times weren’t imagined.
Were those good times real?

Grief makes me question
memories I have cherished
but your smiles were real

in those smiles I find
the truth your leave-taking hid
I miss you, sister.

~ ~ ~
RIP

For “Connection.”

42 thoughts on “Curse Breaker | Queen of All Trees”

  1. Your poem brings back the ache and pain of the losses I have suffered over the years. The hole left in the heart by loss of siblings does never get filled by passing of time. Pain gets dull but it just lingers.

    I just wrote a poem about the subject of death looking from a different perspective. Her is the link: http://wp.me/p73yZZ-1lE

  2. This is a heart-breaking poem, my friend! Very powerful lines, especially towards the end:

    “Your death throws shadows
    o’er good times, leaving the bad.
    Good times are most dear.

    Yet I wonder if
    those good times weren’t imagined.
    Were those good times real?

    Grief makes me question
    memories I have cherished
    but your smiles were real.”

    1. Thank you 🙂 Losing my sister broke my heart. I am working on repairing it. That poem is part of it; it allow be to express some of the things I can’t explain or understand. My sister was rather erratic in her treatment of me.

  3. I am glad you published these lines for your sister. I know it is a sad anniversary but I also know that writing about it is cathartic and cleansing. May you remain on this path of healing and always remember that you have a community of friends who are here to support you as you travel along 🙂

    1. Thank you 🙂 It was cathartic and had I not written those lines, I might not have found that corner and turned it. I might have let the recent past overshadow all the good that came before.

  6. Magic traced lacy white patterns on its bark that burned a soft silver. Particles of its power drifted like dandelion seeds on the air–these words particularly captured my attention but then your poem! I love the honest real quality of it as you sort through the joy and pain in your relationship with your sister. Beautiful.

    1. Thank you 🙂 those lines astound me. I can’t believe I wrote them! (Don’t you love when that happens?) I tore every word in the poem for my sister from my heart. It hurt to write it but I feel much better–lighter–for having written it. Grief is struggle, one I am beginning to win. Thank you for your heart felt words.

    2. You’re welcome 🙂 and thank you for trusting us with your struggle ( of course you tucked the poem in after a post … I am glad I didn’t miss it as your poem for your sister was quite a bonus)

    3. You’re welcome 🙂 I’m glad you didn’t miss it either. I wasn’t going to include it but doing so was cathartic. Those words needed to be said writing them helped me to reach a resolution so I can move on.

  8. This poem gives me the belief that she is flying free of those restraints that held her captive here. She is lifted up and away from the pain that it would appear she felt. It is so good that you are healing and moving on. The story is, as always, wonderful. I really like the queen!

    1. Thank you 🙂 I like her too. I believe that my sister is free of all those restraints. I wonder what she’s like without all the earthly things that weighed her down, confused her mind and conflicted her heart. I’ll bet she’s radiant.

  9. Melinda, I’m afraid I gave all my attention to your poem. Heartbreakingly beautiful! Your sister must surely be smiling down on you from heaven. May her soul rest in eternal peace.

    1. Thank you 😉 I thought I’d feel devastated again but I don’t. The ache is there but it’s an ache not a life threatening wound anymore. Time does indeed heal all wounds.

  11. Sorry Mel. I can’t help but cry. 🙁 🙁 🙁
    Your poem, remind me of The Lovely Bones, a novel that moved me and touched me inside.
    I am crying, because I am sad. But more than that, I am glad to read your words. Thank you for letting it out.
    I know no words can never ease the pain. I know I can’t say I know how you feel because I don’t. In as much as I want to comfort you, I honestly don’t know what words to say.
    All I can offer are warm hugs from the Philippines! <3 <3 <3
    I hope they will reach you my dear, Mel!

    P.S.
    The tale was still flawless and exciting. And I feel there will be a revelation soon. 🙂

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