Nurture: a Poem

Draw a bath, make some tea, rest, and refresh. It's hard to be creative when you have nothing left to give.

Mixing and crushing

I stir the petals up

As they become watery,

Oozing and forgotten forms.

I morph their shape into

A salve to soothe. My bones breathe in response.

I inhale through my skin,

The herbal scent of rosemary and mint.

Water melts the salts of the bath

And muscles sigh in relief.

Warm hibiscus tea slithers

Down my throat to heal

The tired muscles beneath.

I wrap myself in a cotton robe

Mummify myself in comfort,

And I pick up my paintbrush again.

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Cover art credits: Miniature saucer (part of a dollhouse set), German, 19th century

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