- Vol. 10
- Chapter 06
Image by Sarah-Jane Crowson
Mother of hope
Shine, shine bright
you iridescent clouds –
you puffed up piece of dreams, and hopes, and futures.
Waving, fantastic, like Cinderella’s fairy god mother,
you wait until the perfect moment, then, POP!
You pour forth your bounty to those who await,
(patiently, waiting) for more to come,
Even, sometimes, when you have nothing more to offer.