Indigo Child

Behind blue nightshades, the Indigo Child suffers
a bedeviling hex from the Moon that mangles his spine.

He must dissipate his skin by dint of fracture as bonesetter
for breaking the broken in his own hunkered blades.

His shaky columns exposed and heart doubled over –
he came to bare, to compose his wounds prayerfully,

“God may be seeding wings tonight”.

If he cannot extract their tines, deafening Furies
will wolf down his spirit’s gilded wares and bellow
his remains into ashen wisps, as would elegies tell
the death of Orestes at sunrise.

So the boy poet authors his ravages and
slithers out bad spirits before his desk
for the bludgeoning of his pen.

I felt his wings in the mist,

The Indigo Child who fiddles folklore and myths
beneath his bloodied fingertips before darkness fades,
for something to show come morning, though,
Blue behind nightshades.

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Asha Gowan

I am an aspiring poet, novelist, musician, visual artist, and a die hard jazz enthusiast (partial to writing). I did not have a choice in the matter as both of my parents are creative to the core. Van Gogh beautifully painted the artist's portrait with his words: "The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others." I've made that ideal the primary catalyst for my work. Born as one of nature's esthetes, beauty is the goal of every song, every poem, every piece of art. Beauty that will touch the hearts and minds of others. I try to design my art to be healing and empathetic. I study and find intriguing people of all kinds, which informs a lot of my insights. I've drawn inspiration on the art of positivity, of spiritual uplifting from writers like Throeau, John Muir, Ohiyesa (Charles Eastman), the psalmist David, etc. Seeking a unique verve in my style, I make thorough investigations of all sorts of art and challenge myself to the hilt for the growth of my ingenuity. I am eager to share my musings with everyone here and wish to disseminate them. Thank you!