Kae Bochar

Ashes


I begin today thinking about past loves,

words falling from the lips of men,

how inevitable it was for my hair to turn grey in the smoldering of yesterday’s ashes 

falling from once pink lips, pooling amongst wine goblets full of salt

There are many who promise to walk through fire

only one who ever truly does

grapes fall amongst demitasse nettles as his singed cuff brushes chaff out of my hair 

I bathe in white clover blossoms,

bird song ripples through my comb until my heart learns to giggle 

and ashes ripen into alabaster 

Published by Kae Bochar

Hi, my name is Kae Bochar. Thanks for stopping by. I was born in the Florida Keys, but grew up in the Bay Area before migrating south for college. I completed my bachelor’s in English at Fresno Pacific University in California, where I minored in Christian ministry. I have also had the privilege of serving as a youth pastor. In addition to teaching special needs students and raising four children, I also studied Special Education as a graduate student at FPU. I have now been writing for over twenty years. Recently, I have written articles for iPatriot, and I am in the process of converting my front room into a greenhouse. I like storing humor and greenery, weeds and poetry, in mental tin cans. You will find my humanitarian dreams and political leanings organized accordingly. Feel free to dig through my buckets…

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