Butterfly Pea Moon

 

Last night I drank tea with the moon.

Dressed in sapphire shadows I let

light sugar dipped in stars pool on my tongue,

fill the butterfly well in me anxious to escape drought.

The opal slice of moon whispered transformation

into my ear, asked me to let go of the worry stones

I carried in my eyes, be at peace with being me.

Resistant, I chanted every negative perception

that had been poured into my spirit thinking Luna

would leave me to lie in my scars, but her patient light

only shined brighter.

In the field of night sounds I surrendered to wisdom,

uprooted what I wasn’t and became the seed of who I am.

I knew growing would bring its challenges, but living

someone else’s opinion was giving them permission

to put another brick on my tomb.

©Susie Clevenger 2023

The Sunday Muse #241

It always amazes me what the cosmos will bring unexpectedly. Yesterday I looked at the image I used and couldn't find words for it. Today they came in a quite unexpected manor. I've been struggling with inflamtation (right foot ~ left knee) and decided to try some nontraditional ways to treat it because I usually have outrageous side effects to taking pills. Today I purchased Butterfly Pea Tea. Notice the color of the tea, the blue is almost the same as in the image for the poem. It is a tea made from the butterfly pea flower. It has a range of benefits one of them being it is an antiinflamatory.