small gods

Sorry to be going wild on the reblogs this morning, but there is such a lot of gorgeous stuff in my inbox. This poem of Jaye’s is a stunner.

Chimera Poetry

small gods.
gods without a church,
without a congregation,
passing the time pounding the pavements,
sharing tossed away cigarettes with magicians looking for a stage.
magicians with only leftover magic,
swiped from dumpsters,
keeping warm with glamorless dragons,
with flames barely enough to light a trash can.
not enough to dream as dragons do,
of fire and gold and the might to rule the skies,
only a memory tint left,
like marmalade on your fingers.
small gods.
haunting the rocks and the once power full rivers,
passing hills steeped in hot and pungent history,
but long left to cool and forget,
where now only lizards visit the slatepile shrines.
sometimes a junkie fairy lurches by,
weighed down by unfamiliar gravity and mundane grubbiness,
exchanging remember when we’s…
like marbles
or thimbles…
crumpled like old newspaper, smoothed and read and crumpled again.
small gods.
small lives,
small gaps in the…

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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