place: prismatic

sun-glowing prisms

light-chimes in

south-facing window

sparkled patterns

of liquid colour

splayed on

undulating

wooden floor

warm to the touch

each glistening

drop of prismatic

heat

creates concentric circle

of protection

what a 3 year-old me

needed for

safe house

[what a something-three year old me

needs for safe haven]

Written for Poetry 101 Rehab, {Andy Townend}, January 11, 2016: place:

. . . write a poem to describe what it means to have a place that makes you feel safe, or a place that once did, and does nae longer.

And in doing so, show us your place, and space.

image: rose hearts crystal sun catcher

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